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[nena-la-fresa]

The Dragon and The Wolf |Part 1|

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Part 2

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x f! Stark Reader

Warning: Arranged Marriage | Steamy Themes | Angst |

Word Count: 1807

A/N: Hasn't been proof read so bear with me I'll fix it later. Aemond is also aged up to the actors age cuz that’s the age he looks.

You could overhear the whispers, the pity in their voices. The young wolf being sent off to marry a dragon. 

All due to the stupidity of your house. How infuriating that they accepted an audience with Rhaenyra's son. It was most definitely seen as an act of treason to the Crown. No matter how much you pleaded with your father not to accept the meeting. You had the sight, you had seen what would happen if they had sided with her. You never disliked Rhaenyra, she was absolutely beautiful, you had always admired her since you were a child. But knowing that the safety of your family was now jeopardized you could not stay silent. But your family was permitted to stay on good terms with the Crown under the condition that you marry Prince Aemond. 

The whispers of how you were kissed by visions from the gods had reached Otto. He was the reason your family was given a second chance. What better way to win wars and make sure his blood stayed on the throne than to marry his grandson to a Greenseer. The wedding would take place in a month's time. Plans had been formed to begin as soon as you had left for Kings Landing. 

The road was long and no amount of sleep could calm your nerves. 

“Mother please not now.” 

Aemond pushes the door to his chambers, unable to close it as Alicent was close behind. 

“I understand you are upset. But you know it is your duty. Your brother is sick, he’s practically on his deathbed. So your grandfather thought it was best to find you a wife in preparation.” 

“The Stark girl who comes from a traitor family? How is that any good?” His voice hinted with malice. 

“Because she is a great asset to our family. You know how your father always spoke of Targayens and their prophecies. How they escaped Old Valyria. This could be good for us, Aemond. We wouldn’t have to lose anyone else.” She moved forward and touched his arm as he stared into the fire. “Aemond please.”

“It’s not as if I have a choice mother.” He sighed and placed his hand on hers. No matter how frustrating a situation he could never be upset with her. “When will the wedding take place?”

“Two days after she arrives.”

Much to your dismay you had arrived at King's Landing. Your wedding was in two days time, nothing could prepare you for it. You hadn’t even seen your betrothed since the moment you got there. You had met the Queen and she had asked for your forgiveness at her sons, ‘Shyness’. You expected as much. You heard rumors, the whispers of how cold Aemond was. In fact you preferred that he didn’t see you. But contrary to what people believe you were not always within the favor of the gods. 

“I know what people say of my son. And I am sorry you have to hear that. But I can assure you he is at the very least a gentleman. If my son ever does you harm please do let me know and I will do my best to correct his behavior. “ 

“Thank you. I very much- '' You were cut off by the sounds of the doors opening loudly combined with heavy footsteps. 

“Mother, Aegon has been begging for you. Please shut hi-'' He paused as he saw you sitting there. Before you turned to him could only describe you as cold looking and distant, with a hint of poise. He thought your look was very fitting for a Northerner. And had he known his mother requested an audience with you he wouldn’t have come barging in. 

“Good you're here.” Alicent got up from her seat and headed towards him. “I’ll deal with your brother. But the two of you need to converse.” 

Alicent closes the door behind her, “Make sure he doesn’t leave just yet.” She tells the guard on post. 

You turned away from him and focused your attention on the fire as you began to fidget with your hands. Aemond takes notice of it, and he sees the same movement his mother does when she gets nervous. Then he hears you wince, and the sight of blood can be seen on your thumb. 

“Stop that.” He took three steps before he was in front of you and grabbed your hands. You had looked up at him in surprise, looking at him now you couldn’t believe the rumors you heard of him looking hideous. Your eyes softened a bit at his touch and by the look of concern he gave you. He had an ethereal beauty to him, even with the eyepatch and scar. 

As he looked down at you he took notice of your eyes, doe like. And that coldness he saw was gone for the moment. He then remembered the blood on your hand, not having anything to wipe away the blood he brought your hand up to his lips and sucked the blood. 

You should be weirded out. But the sensation of his tongue and lips against your finger sent a shiver down your spine that made its way to your nether regions. 

“Aemond.” You whispered his name. Yet it seemed as if he didn’t hear you. You cleared your throat and spoke clearly, “I think the blood has stopped now.” 

He let go of your hand “Forgive me.” In a panic he turns and heads straight for the door. As he opens the door the guards stop him. 

“Forgive me Prince Aemond but your mother said not to let you leave just yet.” Aemond gave the guard a look. 

“You must be joking.” 

“Sorry my Prince.” The guard shut the door leaving Aemond trapped. 

“Unbelievable.” Aemond made his way over to sit by the fireplace. You both sat in silence for what felt like hours. You watched him as the fire casted a shadow on one side of his face and illuminated the other. 

“Are you always so quick to run away?” You playfully joked. 

 He turned his head quickly to you and was quick to respond, “Maybe if you had not picked at your skin I would not have run away.” 

You were taken aback by his response, almost getting whiplash by his change in tone. Just a minute ago he was gentle with you. “Me? Then maybe you should not have kissed my finger.” 

“You dare argue with me?” He scoffed. 

“Yes and what of it.” You stood up and made your way over to him. “Are you going to have me killed?” 

He laughed and stood up, he towered over you. “No.” He smirked and leaned down at eye level, “I could just do it myself.”  

“And risk another war?” 

“Oh please, your father begged my grandsire for forgiveness. You really think they’d go to war for a daughter?” 

“You must know very well considering they call you kinslayer.” 

“Hold your tongue.” He hissed and grabbed your face firmly. 

“You must know what love for one’s child could make anyone do. What your sister did for her son, and what your mother did for hers.” 

“Do you always speak when you’re told not to?” His voice no longer hinted with any concern he had for you earlier. You felt his breathing become heavy, and his grip tightened. 

“Do I upset you?” You smirked slightly, “Were you expecting someone quiet? Someone who won’t put up a fight?” 

“Like how you put up a fight when I cleaned your blood?” His face moves closer to your ear as he whispers. “You don’t think I could feel you shaking? Or hear your breathing hitch?” 

“What are you doing?” You try to pull away as you feel his hot breath on your neck. 

“Not much of a fight you’re putting up is it.” He kissed your neck, and sucked for just a second. Just enough to make you let out a small whimper. 

“Aemond stop.” You pleaded as he kept teasing you. You felt the heat rising in your body and I’m sure that he felt it too.  

His lips were moving down your neck to your collarbone. He sucked a bit harder, enough to leave a mark, you winced and pushed him away. Without even thinking you slapped him. 

His face turned only slightly, it was almost as if it hadn’t even hurt him. You kept looking at him and noticed the light tint of red on his cheek. Not only that but the corner of his lip began to bleed, the sight of it had distracted you from the stinging pain coming from your palm. 

You hurt him, but he kept pushing. But maybe it was your fault for teasing him. But he practically defiled you before you were even married. He went too far. Yes you were to be married but, what of this mark. What will others think? Will they think you were a whore? Will they question your virtue and think another man has touched you? Will this get your family and you killed? You hadn’t seen this, in fact you hadn’t seen anything regarding Aemond in your dreams or visions. Your thoughts ran wild and you couldn’t stand to be here anymore. It was all overwhelming. What were you doing here? How could your father be so stupid. How could he do this to you? You weren’t some common whore. 

“Forgive me, my Lady. I went to fa-” Before he could even finish what he wanted you were gone. His head turned to hear the doors fling open and your scurrying footsteps. He began to run after you but ran into his mother in the corridor. Alicent had looked back at you and then at her son. She could see his tinted check and the blood. 

“Aemond what did you do?” She wiped the blood off his lip. 

The next two days were spent with you avoiding Aemond at all cost. You had practically locked yourself in your chambers. Thankfully Alicent had permitted it, but that didn’t help much as tomorrow was the day. The day you would be binded to him forever. The whole day was nothing but making sure that your dress still fit and that you were prepped for consummating the marriage. It has plagued your mind. Not even sleep could help with this. 

The sounds of the bells had brought you out of your trance. You don’t even remember how you got up here. But here you were next to Aemond hand in hand about to be trapped. 

As both your hands were tied together the man spoke, “Let it be known that Y/n of House Stark and Aemond of House Targaryen are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder.”

#xreader #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond one eye #hotd aemond #prince aemond targaryen #aemond smut #x reader #hotd x reader

[sanjisblackasswife]

i was wondering how would the monster trio react if they randomly got a boner and bro im SURE sanji’s cock twitches 47 times a day given the thoughts he constantly has 🙄🙄 zoro gets them while he sleeps so he waits for his dick to calm down before standing up,, people think he’s lazy but he’s just hard and doesn’t want anybody to know🤭🤭

luffy’s dick gets hard when he thinks about being the pirates king 😒😒

“𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝔾𝕖𝕥𝕤 ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕕 ℝ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕝𝕪”

All are very canon cuz i seen it for myself.

Ft. Zoro, Luffy, Sanji

Blk Fem! Reader in Mind

CW: Dick talk, established relationships because i wanna project and include myself😓

Luffy

When he gets hard it’s really rare and i feel like it’s partially because of his rubbery body….does that even make sense

He gets hard from very few things and they’re always so minuscule or random its hard to know if he’s actually turned on or if his body is just trynna be funny.

You once made him a dessert that you really wanted to try without the assistance of sanji and when Luffy ate it he not only fell in love with you, but loved the sweet pastry so much you noticed a tent grow in his shorts

Very shameless in the morning by the way.

Every man gets morning wood at least once a lifetime and when Luffy gets it

everybody knows.

“LUFFY PUT THAT THING AWAY?!”

“Calm down, Nami it’ll go down in a sec..😄”

Has been heard by the guys a few times with him jacking off late night when his hard on is just so bothersome.

“GO DO THAT SOMEWHERE ELSE—“

“OR GO SEE Y/N!”

“Dont wanna. Shes too far. Im almost done dont worry.”

Usopp ends up pissed the entire day.

His boners can ironically go down quickly if he eats meat.

You swear his dick has a mind of it’s own, all you did was tell him about how much higher his bounty would get after defeating Kaido and his dick started poking you in the back.

Now he is still a guy and guys also can be attracted to women so you being his girlfriend—you’re not necessarily excluded.

However he gets hard at the simplest things you do.

Taking his hat, Calling him captain, even play fighting with him he ends up getting hard so hopefully youre a good gf and willing to help him out when it happens😁

Zoro

He claims he can control his erections .

No he cannot.

If he’s in a relationship with you he’s more shy about letting you know about his dick problems because you dont want him to think hes a pervert.

He can’t control a damn thing his dick does which is why he blames you.

“I had more balance before I met you—“

“Wh—HELLO?”

“LOOK. WOMAN.”

All you did was hug him.

Like u said: When he gets morning wood he is usually laying around a little longer. He has tried jacking off while in the room with the guys as they slept but he heard Luffy sleep walking (with his own hard on) and immediately just went back to sleep.

He very rarely does get hard though. However you plan to find out every single thing that turns him hard and so far you only found 2:

The first one is kissing, hes a touch starved man and you can never help yourself when it comes to locking lips with him. Your tongue wrapped around his, your hands on his chest and straddling him as he gropes your ass, he’s so needy it’s almost too cute to handle. and the look on his face when you feel him poke you is absolutely EVERYTHING.

The one that shocked you the most was when youre arguing with him. He doesnt know why he gets turned on by how mad you get whether it’s at him or someone else but the blood flow of his dick is damn near on fire. Maybe it’s because you have an accent when you speak fast, maybe it’s because it’s a rare occurrence, or maybe zoro is a freak. But seeing you so pent up and pissed makes his pants tight

Zoro getting hard consist of him being irritable, quiet, and trying to isolate himself until he or you fix the issue

Sanji

He’s always half hard.

Wanna know something else, his blood fits he has (the ones that didnt turn into a fucking plot point) are representing each time he gets hard.

Anyways though, he masturbates regularly. If he’s not cooking or out with the crew he is in the bathroom helping himself.

His hard ons are easy to spot because he’ll hide himself behind a counter with blush on his face or stand behind you.

He is shameless with his hardons only when you’re around.

He can get hard just by seeing you smile so have fun with that.

But he gets incredibly hard(and even easier) after you both have had sex before

If you all are on the deck and you wanna wear another thin ass bikini of course he is going to get hard. Thinking about the things he’d do to you if you just gave him the green light.

Which is also why Sanji stares at you a lot.

So he will come behind you and bury his face in your shoulder or neck whining.

You don’t mind it. It’s cute to see him rut up behind your ass, his accent slipping through .

“May we..go to your room please?”

If you say yes he will walk SUPER close behind you tying to hide his painful erection, mumbling small praises and thanks for you being so understanding.

He’s so grateful for you :(

#one piece #TimikosMonsterTrio #black reader #one piece headcanons #one piece x female reader #sanji #one piece smut #sanjionepiece #one piece x black!reader #sanji imagine #sanji x black reader #sanji x reader #x female reader #female reader #black foot sanji #one piece scenario #zoro headcanons #luffy #sanji smut #zoro hcs #luffy headcanons

[peacefulpianist]

The Green Dress: Part Two

Loki x Fem. Reader

After the first part was so well received (so much more than I could have ever imagined!) I wrote a second part.

Tags (I'm tagging some of the people who seemed to enjoy the previous part but once again let me know if you'd like to be removed x): @vanicahgg @fiction-fan134 @kats72 @anukulee @onlymischief99 @lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @acidcasualties @mrsbarnes32557038 @huntress-artemiss @emberocrpblog @superficialdomina @gruftiela

Description: The smutty end to your night together

w/c: 2.3k

Warnings: This is pretty much just pure smut I've got to be honest

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“I’ve pictured this so many times darling, I have no clue where to start now that I finally have you here” Loki managed to slip out between frantic kisses. You had barely made it into his room before being promptly shoved into the wall beside the door, you hardly had any time to give it much thought though, aside from noticing that even in his passion fuelled mania, he was still thoughtful enough to place a hand behind your head to cushion the impact. 

Ordinarily you would have come back with some kind of quip about starting at the beginning, but in your current state there was no room for anything in your head other than thoughts of your Loki. Your Loki. Whilst you had been referring to him in your head as such for many months now, it finally held a truth to it. To some extent he was in fact your Loki at this point in time, and for much longer too if you had anything to do with it. 

With this thought now echoing round your head, the fire within you was fuelled even further driving you into further action. Up until this point you had rather contentedly letting Loki drive the encounter, but now felt that it was time to take a little bit of the control back. 

Breaking the kiss momentarily in order to be able to slip from his grasp against the wall, you turned to face Loki grabbing his tie and gently pulling him with you, whilst continuing to walk backwards towards the grand bed behind you. 

With Loki most things he did or surrounded himself with were rather opulent, and almost always green and his rooms were no exception. You had no idea how he managed to get half the things he had in here, as they definitely weren’t the standard pieces that Stark had provided with all the apartments within the tower. For starters you had thought that the king bed you had been given in your room was plenty luxurious, but upon seeing Loki’s huge canopy bed fitted out with dark green sheets that you could only assume were fashioned from the finest asgardian silk, you began to second guess yourself. 

Logically you had always known that Loki was a god, and not just a god at that but a prince, but it was easy to forget it sometimes, especially when he was wandering round the tower in his workout gear, or a personal favourite of yours relaxing with book in the library in nothing more than a pair of grey sweatpants. Looking round now you had a stark reminder of the fact. 

You couldn’t ruminate on this for too long though, as you had reached the edge of said grand bed, and Loki was clearly showing no plans of stopping there, eagerly pushing you backwards so you fell onto it, with him following you closely behind whilst trying to maintain the kiss. 

Now positioned on top of you, he began gently pulling at one of the straps of your dress, not moving to pull it down yet, but clearly showing his desire for it be moved in the near future. 

“I thought you were trying to kill me earlier when you walked in wearing this, how was I meant to concentrate on anything other than you when you’re wearing my colours?” Loki said lips brushing against yours as he spoke, not wishing to be any further apart from you than absolutely necessary. “As much as I have enjoyed seeing you in this though, and believe me I have thoroughly enjoyed this,” he growled whilst giving you a lascivious look to show you in no uncertain terms his appreciation for the article, “I think it would look much better on the floor now don’t you agree?”

Before waiting for your reply, the hand that had previously been toying with the strap started pulling it down, mirrored on the other side to remove the dress with you lifting your hips in an effort to aid his mission. When the dress reached your ankles, Loki lifted it and threw it over his shoulder, only for it to seemingly disappear mid air in a flash of green. Looking back to Lokis face you were greeted with a wide grin and small twinkle in his eye, clearly proud of himself for his display of magic. 

His eyes met yours before slowly trailing down your body taking every inch in and cataloguing it to memory. He took in a deep breath before meeting your nervous gaze, only instead of the disappointment you had half been expecting to see there, you could only find wonderment and lust. 

“I’ve imagined this moment so many times, but nothing could have prepared me for this, you are truly stunning kjaeraste.” he whispered before taking you into a bruising kiss once more.

Empowered in the knowledge that the god truly did wish to be here with you, and was thoroughly enjoying it, your own hands were sparked into action from where they had been resting round his neck, getting to work on pushing his back suit jacket from his shoulders, before the matching shirt and tie quickly followed. Whilst the jacket and shirt disappeared in a similar fashion to your dress, the tie remained and Loki placed it on the table beside the bed with a dark look and a wink. 

You took his small moment of distraction to admire the sculpted musculature of his back as he twisted to place the tie beside you, taking a more hands on approach when it came to the front and tracing your hands down his toned chest, taking extra time to admire the defined ‘v’ of muscle on his hips, an arrow pointing down into his trousers, inviting you to follow the light smattering of hair there and to reveal what lay below them. Before you had the chance to proceed though your thoughts were broken by Like somewhat smug voice 

“Enjoying the view there? I know I most certainly am” 

With a light blush that Loki’s eyes followed down from your face to your chest, you glanced back up at the god’s face, meeting his eyes, before shyly nodding before pulling him into another kiss before it could inflate his ego too much. 

The god’s clearly eager hands took the opportunity to fully divest you of your bra, and you sent a silent thank you to Nat in your head for picking out one of the few matching sets you owned before you were thoroughly distracted as Loki took it upon himself to worship your chest as if you were the deity out of the two of you. 

He moved gently at first, lapping at the skin in the valley between your breasts, taking his time before dedicating his attention towards one, with his hand coming up for the other. His tongue moved in concentric circles, closing in slightly each time until he reached your nipple, taking the opportunity to suck it into his mouth, grazing his teeth against it in a way that had you arching your back and letting out a quiet moan. All whilst he began rolling his hips into yours, letting you feel just how ready he was for you.

“Mmm darling now that’s what I’ve been wanting to hear” Loki revealed, then immediately resumed his ministrations on the other side in the hopes of getting you to repeat the noise.

You were already struggling to form any coherent thoughts at this point, but fully resigned yourself to it when Loki ripped your underwear from your body, the final piece hiding you away from him. He couldn’t resist circling a finger round your clit, dipping down to gather some of your wetness before continuing and watching your face as you whimpered from his touch. Maintaining the eye contact with you moments later when he brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking them clean, before his eyes slid shut in a pleased hum. 

With a shimmer of green, the rest of his own clothes disappeared, leaving you both on even ground, the proof of his arousal resting hotly against your inner thigh as he continued his ministrations with his hand. He moved to kiss from your collar bone up your neck, biting down on your pulse point with a growl of “mine” before soothing over the bite with his tongue and finishing with a nip of your ear, whispering as he did “I don’t think I can wait any longer darling, your s-so, fuck, so wet for me and I need to be inside you” 

You reached down to stroke him in time with his rhythm on your clit, before positioning him in place, teasing yourself with then feeling the head of his cock at your entrance. Looking up you noticed that Loki’s gaze was resolutely fixed on your entrance, biting his bottom lip as he fought for control to not just push himself right in. He looked to you once more, for reassurance that you did in fact want this, and obviously saw what he was looking for as he pushed himself in in one smooth thrust, his face scrunching in pleasure as he bottomed out inside you with a grunt. 

“Oh Norns darling you feel incredible, so tight and wet.” His head fell into the crook of your neck as he started a gentle rhythm, kissing your shoulder between pants of breath. 

You took the opportunity at being so close to him for the first time to explore his chest further with your hands, tracing the contours and faint scars from old battle wounds, making a mental note to ask about each one at some point in the future. 

His hips started to pick up in speed, moving in waves so that his pelvis dragged deliciously over your clit with each thrust. His hands made their way to your hips, grabbing onto them to pull you deeper into each thrust. You brought your legs up to wrap round his waist, wanting to maximise the skin to skin contact with him. 

When you began to roll your hips to meet his thrusts, it seemed to release the more carnal side in Loki. His eyes fluttering shut as his head fell back, releasing a groan. “Norns, you feel incredible darling, such a good fucking girl for me”

Feeling you clench around him as he praised you, a smirk graced his face in understanding. 

“Oh now that’s interesting, do you like being my good girl sweetheart?” 

“Lokiii” you moaned desperately in response, not wanting to have to admit it out loud

“As much as I love hearing my name between your lips, I’m going to need you to say it for me darling, use your words like a good girl” The evil sentence was followed by an equally devilish swirl of his hips brushing against the sweet spot inside you, causing you to arch up into him and let out another moan. Before he slowed his pace looking up at you with a smirk, telling you all you needed to know - he wasn’t going to resume his faster pace until you admitted what he wanted to hear. 

“Yes Loki, I-ah, I want to be your good girl” you managed to force out between his thrusts, his speed picking up now he had your confession, clearly spurred on by it and starting to feel his own release beginning to creep up on him.

“That’s all I needed you to say, now, ah fuck, now cum for me sweet girl, I want to feel you  squeezing around me, milking me.” His words were accompanied by one of his hands moving back down to swipe at your clit again, driving you head first into the strongest orgasm of your life, clenching down hard on him. 

“Ohh, yes that’s it my sweet girl, my good fucking girl” he moaned out as he kept up his pace, prolonging your orgasm and furiously chasing after his own.

“Yes, Loki, yes!” You cried out, bathing in the pleasure of your own climax, but wanting for him to join you now, to make him feel as good as you had made him feel. “Cum for me Loki, please, I need to feel you” you begged looking up at him whilst clenching around him each time he pulled out, only for him to push back in even harder on the next thrust. 

“Oh Norns, yes darling, you’ve got another one in you haven’t you? Cum for me again sweetheart so I can join you” he groaned whilst frantically rubbing your clit again, angling his hips to drag along your g spot inside you, sending you hurtling again into another climax, only this time dragging him along with you. 

“Fuck, I’m coming again, yes, Loki” you yelled out, clinging onto him and pulling him close, burying your face into his neck as he gave a final few thrusts before reaching his own high.

“Yes my goddess, you feel fucking incredible�� he groaned out in the throws of his own climax, shooting deep inside you whilst rocking his hips, ensuring that every last drop was spilled inside you and nowhere else. 

He lowered himself down onto you, rolling to his side whilst pulling you with him, keeping you wrapped in his arms and close to his chest with no intention of letting go anytime soon. 

You snuggled in his chest, just content to be with him like this for a while. No words were needed between the two of you, you had already expressed everything that needed to be said. It was tangled together like this, your legs woven through his, that you fell asleep, a warm and calm feeling flowing through you both and easing you into a state of slumber. Happy to finally be in each others arms.  

Thanks for reading!

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[obxone]

A Best Friend's Confession

Edited-ish. ~1.4k words.

No warnings. Just some good ole fashion fluffiness.

[hi ! Could you do a bestfriend!jj who’s always touchy towards reader 😭 & one night he confesses and it’s just straight fluff !!💘]

Everyone sits around the Chateau, doing absolutely nothing as the night progresses. Well, nothing is a strong word. Everyone is smoking and drinking, with Kie, Pope, and JJ playing cards on the floor. You smile from your lounged position across the couch as Kiara cries out a victory call when she slams her King down onto the pile.

John B is as relaxed as he has been all week. His eyes closed as he rocks in the recliner. You laugh a little at his blissed-out state, knowing he is the highest one in the room. You lift the little nerf gun you had found under the couch cushion and aim it at Pope, who is ranting about the semantics of the game, and pull the trigger. The foam bullet is not heavy enough to follow through on the trajectory you had intended as it nails JJ in the temple. His head whips to the side, a look of betrayal flashing through those beautiful blue eyes.

“Did you seriously just shoot me in the head with a nerf bullet?” He asks, his eyes wild. “Your best friend?!”

You and Kiara are both lost in a fit of laughter until he scrambles to his feet. You quickly reach for another bullet, but he is faster as he dives into you headfirst. You squeal when his head presses against your sternum, and his hand seizes the nerf gun before he throws it off to the side. His other hand has yours pinned against the arm of the couch.

“What are you doing?” You ask around your laughter. The other two continue with their game, and John B does not even crack his eyes to see what is going on.

“You’re in trouble now,” he breathes, body pressing against yours.

“I’m so scared,” you tease back despite the blush creeping up your neck to your face.

“On that note,” John B mutters, getting to his feet. He squeezes Pope’s shoulder on his way outside. The promise of a fire and s’mores coming to fruition now that the sun has set.

JJ’s hand finds your free one and pins it against the arm of the couch as well. The warm press of his body against yours has you giggling. Pope and Kie gathering the card game fade out as he stares at you.

“I regret nothing, Maybank.”

“Oh, you will.” He winks before glancing over his shoulders as the other two file out of the house. His hands release your wrists and immediately dive into your midriff to tickle you. You gasp and try to swipe his hands away. Your legs press against his hips and thighs as you try to get yourself out from under him.

“No!” You cry out, wiggling down to try and escape him when your first tactic fails. He laughs, relishing his victory as you squirm and cry out for help. No one comes. “Okay!” You cave to him, the urge to combust setting in. “I give! I’m sorry!”

JJ sits back on his knees, satisfied at your failed attempt to withhold an apology.

You feel the blush resume creeping up to your cheeks when he does not look away or make an attempt to let you go. “We should go make s’mores before John B eats them all.”

He shakes his head, his hands still on your waist. “No.”

You pause your attempt to get out from under him. Eyebrow raising at his blunt refusal. “Why not?”

“I like this,” he muses, moving to press himself down against you again. His body effectively cages you against the couch. You mock a groan at the weight of his body, and he rolls his eyes.

“If you wanted cuddles, you should’ve just asked Jay,” you tease, hand ruffling his already messy blond hair.

“I always want cuddles.”

You laugh at his statement, knowing it is the most real thing he has said all day while he nestles his head into the curve of your neck. His breath fanning across your skin makes you shudder, but you hide it with a teasing comment. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you are obsessed with my boobs.”

“Of course, I’m obsessed with your boobs.”

You laugh, and he joins, his arms encircling your waist to keep himself close to you.

“I’m also obsessed with your boobs,” you confess, and he laughs louder. “Alright, move, Maybank. I want a s’more. We can cuddle later.”

“Promise?” he lifts his head to look at you.

“Promise,” you agree, and he grins before smacking his lips against your forehead. He rolls off you before you can process his lips on your skin. He holds out his hand, and you grasp it, letting him haul you to your feet. You lead the way outside, and he stays close, his hand wrapped around yours.

---

Kie and Pope left to go home after all the s’mores were gone, and you have the temptation to do the same, but JJ had found his way to nestle against you again. The hammock is likely where you would spend the night if he had his way.

“JJ,” you muse, nails scratching against the base of his neck. “I should go home soon.”

“You promised cuddles,” he pouts.

“Well, then, can we go inside?” You ask. “The mosquitos are intense right now.”

JJ frowns, sitting up and looking to see your arms and legs welting from a few bites. “Fuck, you should have said something earlier!”

“It only started after John B put out the fire,” you mutter as he climbs out of the hammock and reaches for you. John B is already inside and in his bed, oblivious to JJ keeping you hostage. You both walk side by side to the Chateau, and he leads the way in, his hand grasping yours and pulling you into the guest room. “You really are desperate for cuddles,” you tease. You never slept in the guest bed with him. When you stayed the others typically stayed, so you shared the pull-out sofa bed with Kie.

“Only a little.”

The shrug of his shoulders and his eyes elsewhere tell that he is a little embarrassed about being so needy.

“I’m teasing,” you reach for him, and he comes, his arms closing around your waist to pull you against his chest. You smile at him, fingertip poking his dimple as he grins back at you. You start to pull away to get ready for bed, but his arms tighten.

“Wait…” he breathes. “Don’t pull away. Not yet…”

You relax, arms wrapping around his shoulders. “Okay, I won’t.” A few moments of silence pass, and you watch each other. Your cheeks heat up, and his color a little as well. You can see him struggling with something under the surface. “What is it? Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” he nods a few times before clearing his throat. “I just… I need to tell you something.” You wait, you knew JJ, and he needed to get this off his chest before you spoke again. “Half the time, I get so wound up I want to scream it at you, and other times you make me so nervous I can’t think straight enough to string two words together.”

“Jay?”

“I like you,” he whispers, and your eyes widen. He looks down at the limited space between you. “More than a best friend.”

Your lips part, but snap closed again as you try to process how to respond. His arms tighten before they loosen, and he steps back.

He scratches the back of his neck. “It’s okay if you don’t…”

“Jay,” you start, and he looks at you, his lip caught between his teeth. “I like you too. More than a friend.”

He crosses the distance, pulling you against him harshly in a tight hug. You gasp, and he grins when you wrap your arms around his neck.

“What now?” You ask.

But he stops any further commentary as he kisses you. His fingers press against your back, and yours find their way into the hair at the back of his head. The kiss ends, and your brush your nose against his.

“I’m definitely staying the night now. I want all the cuddles too.”

JJ laughs, and you join him before pecking his lips.

#outer banks #obx #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank request #jj maybank x you #jj maybank x y/n #outer banks jj maybank #obx jj maybank

[thekingofwinterblog]

Tolkien's crowns.

You know something that really annoys me about the Tolkien movie adaptions?

Crowns.

Like a lot of things Jackson did, he basically crafted something completely new out of the bare bones we get from some descriptions, for better or worse, but the Crowns are another matter, because not only did Tolkien give very clear descriptions, and even drew the two most notable ones(the crowns of the dwarves and gondor)that appeared over the course of Lotr and the Hobbit, both had very, very clear cut meanings and symbolism behind them, that tied them to their real life origins.

The crowns of the dwarves of Erebor and Moria look like someone took their helmets and filed down the sides so only the skeleton remained, to varying degrees of success.

But you know what tolkien used?

In the books, Tolkien's dwarves uses crowns speciffically modeled after the crown of the Austrian-Hungarian Empire.

Why?

Well if you know anything about said empire, and the actual inspiration for Tolkien's dwarves, the picture is a bit clearer.

See Tolkien specifically modeled his dwarfs, their history of losing a homeland, desire for a new one, and their proud, industrious culture of craftsmen and skills of making money on a mixture between the Norse mythical dwarves, and the Jews in the long centuries after the Romans kicked them out of their original homeland.

Now with this in mind, Tolkien choosing to model the Dwarves crown on the Austrian one is him specifficaly choosing a real, Germanic crown as the inspiration... As well as a nod to the fact that the Austria-Hungarian empire was legendary for his time(The time Tolkien grew up in) as a progressive haven for jews, probably the best in Europe.

An empire, that was also destroyed by fires of war, just Moria and Erebor.

In other words, there is so much symbolism here that is completely and totally stripped away by the helmet crowns the movies gave them.

Hell, even the original hobbit animated movie got this right, while Jackson did not, as they basically just made the crown the austrian one, just a bit more exagerated.

Meanwhile, there is the crown of gondor, which completely missed absolutely everything tolkien tried to do with the Gondor crown.

It's a crown that fits perfectly with the rest of the city, this is truly a crown of the Gondor that the movies portrayed.

Meanwhile, Tolkiens Winged silver crown... Does not.

Even within the context of the fact that the books gondor is an early medieval(as it does not have plate armor at all) styled kingdom in terms of armor and clothing design, the crown does NOT fit in the slightest.

And that's the point.

The original crown of Gondor was a simple war Helm of the day that Elendil wore, and the later one that Aragorn wore was a more fancy replica of that helmet.

It is outdated by thousands of years, a relic of an elder time that was long lost even when Gondor's lost it's Kings in the first place. It's not supposed to fit in.

Also the fact that Elendil wore this, and it was considered just fine, tells us a lot about Gondor's fashion and style of arms during the closing days of the second age.

However, then we get into the deeper meaning behind the crown and where it was inspired from.

Gondor's winged crown was very deliberately inspired and based on the crowns of ancienct egypt, which was one of the main inspirations for Gondor and(to a lesser extent) arnor.

Just like Egyot there were two kingdom, an upper and a lower one, though in middle earth it was instead called the northern and southern ones.

Just like egypt, Gondor's entire socity and political and economic strength was based around their massive river that ran through the realm.

Just like Egypt, one of the biggest problems the gondorian elites had was their obsession with grand mousoleums and graves for their elites, focusing far more on the dead rather than their living children, and wasting who knows how much coin, manpower, energy and resources on such rather than just burying them in thr ground.

Basically the same problem egypt had building stupidly expensive superstructures for their dead in the form of pyramids, rather than something actually useful.

Then there is the fact that just like how lower and upper egypt combined their regalia together(as in they fused the two crowns into one, bigger one), Aragorn very deliberately made the royal regalia of the reunited Kingship BOTH his ancient and out of place winged crown, and the Silver scepter of Annuminas, the royal symbol of Arnor, combining the two of them together into one office.

#j r r tolkien #tolkien's legendarium #peter jackson #lord of the rings #the hobbit #crowns #meta #austria hungary #egypt #symbolism #gondor #arnor #khazad dum

[bloodlust-1]

꒦꒷ Blood Bond ꒷꒦

Bound by blood, associated by marriage.

Gortash x fem Tav durge Explicit 18+

Chapter: 1

Summary: Bound by blood, associated by marriage. Dark Urge Tav, is not only chosen of Bhaal but also the chosen ruler of Baldur’s Gate. With Gortash as her hand-picked husband, Tav is forced to confront her troubled past. Memories long forgotten will resurface, tormenting her and driving a wedge between her and Gortash. As they engage in a dangerous dance of dominance, they struggle to strike a delicate balance between love and control. Join them on their tumultuous journey of discovering love in the most unconventional ways within one another.

No warnings. You know what you came here for.

"In Bhaal's name."

The last words whispered by Tav as she seized control of the world were not just words; they were a proclamation of her dominance. She reveled in her newfound power, relishing the fact that she was not only the chosen of Bhaal but also the chosen ruler of Baldur’s Gate.

Tav now had every ounce of power, every shred of strength, and every instance of manipulation at her command, all held within the grasp of her malevolent smile.

Enver Gortash, a man known for his unyielding control and unwavering allegiance to Bane, was not the most amiable choice, but he was undeniably the most competent. Together, they would co-rule with an iron fist. This was not just a decision; it was a declaration of absolute authority. The city belonged to her, and under her rule, it would bend to her every whim and desire.

A grand and opulent wedding was planned in Tav’s honor, but behind the facade of celebration lay a sinister motive. It was a calculated move on her part, a strategic maneuver in the treacherous game of politics.

She had no mercy about discarding countless suitors until she found one who could serve her ambitions without hesitation or remorse. Enver Gortash seemed to fit the position.

Nobles from distant lands were summoned to bear witness to the union between Tav and Enver, a marriage that would be sealed in blood and ambition rather than love. The event was destined to etch its name of history, for better or for worse.

Both tyrants anticipated that Tav would be revered as the lead figure over her king; after all, this was her kingdom, and she merely tolerated his presence within it.

The palace was adorned with deep crimson and bone-white decorations, creating an ominous atmosphere fit for a wedding. The dim light sparkled between the decorations’ blood-red crystals, casting eerie shadows across the grand hall.

Only the most influential figures of kingdoms attended, carefully selected by Tav. The dress code was a stark white for all guests, including Gortash, who stood at the altar, his dark eyes gleaming with anticipation as he awaited his malevolent queen to walk down the aisle.

As she made her entrance, the guests gasped in awe at Tav’s haunting beauty, her presence commanding the room like that of a malevolent goddess herself.

A tiefling she was, a creature of devil descends, her horns adorned with glittering red jewels that hung like stars, casting a sparkling reflection under the light. Her eyes burned with a demonic fire, a captivating beauty that was both terrifying and alluring.

The skin-tight dress was a deep, fiery red, with hints of white jewels that sparkled like ice, a mermaid-style gown that clung to her body like a lover’s embrace. Her aura asserted her dominance and power, a force that left all who beheld her in a state of awed terror.

As she walked gracefully down the aisle, her veil hung beautifully over her horns, that seemed to draw the very breath from the lungs of those who watched. The guests were not only scared of her, but hypnotized, their eyes seemingly unable to look away from the beauty and power that radiated from her very being.

This was Bhaal's chosen, a being of darkness and evil, and all knew that she would be a formidable partner in marriage, a bond that would be forever sealed in blood. Even Enver's eyes fell impressed at Tav's presence.

As she reached the end of the aisle, Gortash's sinister smile widened as he extended his hand, and she reciprocated. With a firm grip, he pulled her up the altar, their hands clasping together in a union that felt more like a shackle.

The priest cleared his throat, his eyes glinting with an unsettling tremble, “Man and woman are joined today in holy matrimony. Two bodies, one soul. A ceremony for the gods above and under to witness in the most joyous of days.” The words dripped with an ominous significance, sending shivers down the spines of the onlookers.

“Lady Tav and Lord Enver, may their blood twine together forever. Baldur Gate’s newest rulers. Bow in respect,” The crowd of guests then bowed their heads in respect, but it felt more like an act of submission.

Gortash could feel Tav’s dominance exuding over him. He knew that their power dynamic was destined to clash, yet he found himself bound to her in marriage. Despite what little Tav remembered of him, he calculated that this alliance would yield the greatest benefits for him. Tav, in turn, was nothing more than a strategic pawn in the game of matrimony, just as he was to her.

As Enver’s hands reached out to unveil Tav, she bowed slightly, allowing his hands to reveal the beauty concealed beneath the fabric. The sight of her unveiled stole his breath away, sending an unexcepted chill down his spine. It was on this very day, their wedding day, that Enver finally recognized just how pretty Tav was.

Tav clutched Enver’s icy hands tightly, feeling the cold seep into her own bones. As she gazed into his eyes, she realized just how real the wedding was.

For Tav, this was the closest they had ever been, and just by holding his hands sent a wave of uncomforting chills threw her.

Enver’s face bore a tapestry of scars, and Tav couldn’t help but recoil inwardly at the sight, in her mind she saw him as pathetic. Gortash’s visuals were not Tav's ideal, and this close proximity only accentuated the nature of his appearance.

His eyes were stained with dark circles, he was untamed, and a lack of grooming only added to Tav's lack of attraction for him.

Despite the ruggedness of his exterior, there was an undeniable allure in Enver’s physique. His body had a raw power and strength that Tav found most attractive. Yet, Tav found herself unimpressed still. At least he was smart in politics and ruling.

The priest held up the twisted blade of Bhaal. "By tradition of Bhaal, may their blood bond them." He handed the blade to Tav.

Tav reached out for the dagger and settled the blade on the opened palm of her hand; a sense of anticipation filled the air. With a wince, she drew the blade across her skin, feeling the sharp sting as it sliced open. Her blood trickled out.

She then handed the dagger to Gortash, who reciprocated the same actions with equal intensity. His frown mirrored Tav’s as he too felt the searing pain in his palm. The two of them stood facing each other, their eyes reflecting a mix of determination and seriousness.

Finally, Tav and Gortash joined hands, intertwining their fingers tightly. Their blood mixed together. In that moment, they became blood-bonded under marriage, their commitment sealed with pain.

Their eyes locked in an emotionless and piercing gaze, as if each was trying to unravel the other’s thoughts. Tav closed her eyes, feeling a surge of conflicting emotions coursing through her.

She leaned into Enver’s face, her heart pounding in her chest. The truth was, she did not want to look at his face as their lips joined, but she couldn’t resist the pull of the moment. As their lips met, a rush of sensations overwhelmed her.

Enver’s grip tightened around Tav’s waist, pulling her into a close-knit embrace that sent shivers down her spine. The touch was both gentle and possessive, igniting a fire within her that she struggled to contain.

A moment of excitement flowed through Tav’s veins as she did not expect Gortash to be so rough, yet there was an undeniable thrill in the unexpected intensity of his actions.

The crowd awed and clapped in submission as the couple joined lips. The main event was over and small sighs of relief could be heard ever too slightly within the crowd. The night was joyous as they celebrated their newly found marriage among the nobles. The facade they kept the night would last until the moment they lay in bed with each other.

~

Tav slowly unpinned the clips that held her luscious locks in place, allowing them to cascade down her back like a waterfall of silver. She stood before the mirror, her eyes locked on her reflection, and a smile spread across her face. She was finally in the palace, and she was ready to take her rightful place as the queen.

Gortash’s figure appeared in the reflection behind her. With an unfazed gaze, Tav reached for the brush and began to comb her hair, all the while acutely aware of his presence. “It’s not polite to hover, darling,” she uttered.

“It comes off rather desperate,” Tav added, her words laced with a hint of disdain as she addressed his reflection.

Gortash scoffed in a small chuckle. He too can play these games with Tav just as well as she could. His hands fell on her shoulders, it was cold and firm. His eyes stared into the mirror as he planted a soft trail of kisses down Tav's neck. "I was hoping you would join me in bed." His voice left his lips smoothly. Only hinting at one thing.

Tav drew in a deep breath, and with an uninterested tone, “We’ve already sealed our marriage in blood.”

"But not body and soul. Come - join me in bed, wife."

Tav playfully clicked her tongue in mock sorrow, “Has Bane not granted you the gift of your own hands?” Her expression held a mix of mischievousness and playfulness, “I want to make it clear that I will not be accompanying you with sex. If you touch me, I will not hesitate to become a widow on my wedding night.” Tav continued to brush her hair unfazed.

Gortash pulled back his hand, He spat back at Tav, "Wait until it's you, begging to be fucked." He took off his shirt and pants, only climbing into the bed in his underwear.

Tav couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Gortash’s annoyance. She gracefully undressed, revealing a striking red-laced bra and panties, complemented by a flowing laced robe with an elegant train that trailed behind her as she made her way to the bed.

Tav's full lips shined along with her big silver eyes. Her tail swayed gently as she gazed down at him with a soft expression. Gortash found Tav incredibly attractive, though the feeling was not reciprocated, at least not for now.

Tav deliberately averted her gaze from Enver’s face, instead focusing on his muscular physique. His chest and abdomen were covered with a trail of hair that gradually thickened as her eyes traveled downward. Her lips parted slightly, forming a soft gap as she remained silent, simply gazing at him.

His eyes caught her gaze as it trailed down his body, and he squinted at her reluctantly. “Please, indulge yourself if you like it so much,” he growled teasingly in a low mumble. Despite still being annoyed with her, he made an effort to maintain a conversation.

Tav climbed onto the bed, crawling on her hands and knees to accompany his side. Her body lay elegantly on the bed in her own softness. Tav's hand reached out for his face; His stubbled cheek prickled her skin and she dragged her nails gently down his face.

"Such a good husband, listening to your wife. Good choice." Tav laced sensual words, "A waste of space you were until now. My chosen, My- " Tav brought her face closer to his and purposely exhaled her heat against his lips teasingly, "husband." Tav pulled away suddenly and smiled tauntingly, "Good night."

She turned her back from him, taking her robe off before finding herself under the bedsheets. Tonight would be no intimacy between the couple. Only lust, manipulation, and taunts. Gortash knew Tav was a completely different woman, he had to start all over with her.

It only made him want her praise more.

Next part here

Any Thoughts? Comment 👇🏼 I love to engage!

#bg3 tav #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #enver gortash #gortash x durge #dark urge x gortash #tav x gortash #gortash smut #gortash x tav #gortash x reader #lord gortash #bg3 gortash

[bloodpen-to-paper]

Favorite Qsmp Moments By Yours Truly

Reblogged this post about my Top 3, and felt compelled to put down all the moments I remember the most fondly (which is a lot so good luck getting through the whole post, if you make it to end you get the eggs back on the server)

#Lore

Pretty much the entire Happy Pills arc (Philza seeing the fake room and fake Richas, the lead up to Forever pulling a gun on him, Cellbit and Forever's argument, Forever hysterically sobbing while talking to fake Richas, the reveal that Forever destroyed the entire goddamn server and forced the Fed to do a server rollback, the Curing, the calm afterwards)

Pac being walked back to Chume Labs by Cellbit after being cured, them having their heart to heart, Cellbit recognizing his struggle and telling him he saved himself and Forever, that he was a hero, and Pac quietly recovering in his first moment of peace since it all started.

The hospital visits when Forever was comatose. Philza, Bad and Cellbit's visits are the ones people talk about the most for the serious parts but Fit also visited and opened up a surprising amount, I feel like it said a lot about his character that he opened up to a man in a coma, desperate to get his words off his chest, but not trusting enough to tell someone who would remember them the next day

Bad getting really pissed at the Federation for the first time and lassoing Cucurucho to "walk him like a dog" (you could feel the anti-Federation sentiment really solidify in this moment, before it was more so Cellbit's personal vendetta but this became one of the moments that made it a server-wide stance)

Vegetta and later Foolish fighting off the Codes who were trying to kill Leo (the absolute stress from Foolish's fight when he kept shouting at Leo to warp out and her not doing it was unreal)

Tallulah's first death, how hard Fit, Forever and their eggs fought to protect her, and how absolutely furious Philza was

Pretty much every Forever and Cucurucho interaction post-Happy Pills; their dynamic was never the same after that, and you can see how tense Forever is every time he's alone with Cucurucho

Charlie's rampage after Flippa died the first time (pre-trial); he's too good at voice acting cause holy shit

Maxo's "King of the Codes" dream after his leg got infected

Quackity coming back after El Quackity vanished and being himself yet completely different (not remembering anyone, only speaking spanish, not being able to read or write), and Maxo and Roier sticking by him trying to press for answers while Q just wanted to build his house

Etoiles getting hyped for his big final fight with the Codes, and the excitement immediately being sapped out of him when he sees Pomme in the cage

The first time we saw a Federation worker other than Cucurucho (Cellbit was the first to see one I believe)

Tubbo's "Fire won't break it. TNT won't break it. I will." speech after Quackity abducted Fred

Funnies/Generally Cool

The Gordinho Gostozinho highlights (from funny ones like the Foolish and Austin kiss to lore like the ambush on El Quackity)

Foolish roleplaying being very fucking drunk in the club after the spiderbit wedding (him being like "you want a shot? I'll give you a fucking shot" and pulling out a gun and shooting Charlie was so goddamn funny, second time he shot Charlie that night); he was wildly good at roleplaying a drunk person and after the Brazil meetup where we learned he's apparently a tank when it comes to drinking I'm starting to see where it comes from lmao

Maxo waking up in Pierre's bed with his moan remix playing after he died during a serious lore moment, and his face of absolute defeat and bitter resentment actually had me struggling to breath from how hard I was laughing (also Baghera hysterically laughing at the clip and showing it to people)

Polis singing My Heart Will Go On with his very crunchy microphone to Cellbit (and Cell losing his shit)

Vegetta starting to suck off Foolish in the middle of a theater full of people the first fucking day the French were on the server, and the ensuing shouting from everyone angrily trying to stop them

SASUKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Debate moderator Fit during the election arc (+him reading out Gegg's speeches, as well as just Gegg's speeches in general)

Lawyer Jaiden/Bad/Quackity/Roier being genuinely really good at acting as lawyers (and lawyer Fit offering to bribe and then murder the judge if the trial didn't go their way. Also the trial derailing into exposing Foolish for his love life with Mariana for some reason)

All the victims of Eh Vegetta

The emotional rollercoaster that is the Frubbo arc, Tubbo's thirst tweets included

Felps

The first time the admins did a roundup of everyone's early-game builds and they kept showing Mariana's base with the negative buzzer sound, each time of which made Mariana more angry until he was just swearing in spanish

Mousey's first experiences in Lucky Ducks, and the pinpointable moments that led to her totally not gambling addiction

Abueloier (specifically his first interaction with Quackity cause of how good Roier is at making Q laugh with horny humor + the moment when Abueloier said he had been fighting with Roier for 20 years and Cellbit asked "how did you fight with a baby" and them cracking up cause Roier hadn't thought that part through)

Baghera being consistently bad at predicting mines for the sake of avoiding them

Fit killing Tubbo with the potato gun after he started strip teasing on Pac

That clip of Missa jumping off the wall to hit a bucket clutch, miscalculating and hitting part of the wall, falling further, hitting part of the wall again and getting downed on it, falling while downed, and finally hitting the ground where he was unable to clutch because he was downed, and immediately dying

Every moment where Tina is unhinged (her raging at Bad when he's being a nuisance, her being down horrendous for Bagi, etc)

Charlie talking about his dead daughter and Foolish interrupting him to ask if he lactates (Charlie doesn't usually hesitate with responses cause of how quick witted he is but he had to fully pause after that one)

Spreen teaching Fit how to do a line being his most meaningful contribution to their marriage

Felps Square, and the rise of Squole (Felps Square x Tubhole)

The Jaidens (and how hilariously shit they were at being stealthy)

The French Beast aka Etoiles various adventures destroying the Codes and typing his win streak in chat after every fight

Philza getting to really know Tazercraft during Tallulah's birthday party (seriously watch the clips Mike is fucking hilarious)

The post-lore hangout (might've been the election dinner?) where Foolish, Mouse, Tina, and Felps went dungeoning together; I got to learn more about Mouse, and the chemistry the Foolish/Tina/Mouse group had with Felps was really fun

Rivers being awkward as fuck around other people that aren't Roier

The entire trial of Juanaflippa, including Charlie and Mariana being in holding and breaking out

Antoine's "because he's a fucking troll" about Pierre

The moment when Kameto logged on

Forever calling Bad "sir" (if yk yk)

Fit complaining to Philza and co. about Spreen being a "fucking asshole husband who went out for cigarettes"

Vegetta and Roier debuting as strippers and Quackity's reaction (+Vegetta getting stuck in the wall)

Flippa's turtle falling off a ledge and killing itself right in front of Charlie and Mariana's sex roleplay

Mine Roulette with Antoine, Bad, Baghera, Pomme and Foolish (that evening was such a vibe and it was my first time watching from Antoine's stream)

Etoiles saying that Pierre is married and has kids but all he can think about is being depressed over the admins nerfing Create after Tubbo kept breaking things

Ramón being mad at Fit for keeping secrets from him and saying "talk to my shell" before carrying on with his redstone

The pinpointable moments where Tallulah gets more sassy and confident until she's unironically putting "serve cunt" in her signs

Bad trying to get info from Cucurucho, being told by Dapper and Ramón not to flirt, and immediately slipping up with the "you come here often"

Missa singing When You're Gone during his dog funeral (I know this sounds sad but it was really fucking funny, Missa's language vocabulary is 70% incompressible whimpering)

Fit losing his absolute mind after Cucuruchito started heavy flirting with him out of no where

Vegetta's mines and all the carnage they have caused (you could make a whole comp from just the French's arrival)

That era where Tazercraft where abusing create mod and breaking Federation shit near on the daily (the poor admins lmao)

Forever and Bad exploring the Federation construction site and Forever making Cucurucho drink his pee before being shot at for making Cucurucho drink his pee

And of course, all of the lovely Qsmp songs/memes (Vivo Turbo ad, Pac e Mike wow wow, Eh Vegetta, Maxo moan remix, Pomme Pomme Dapper Dapper remix, Quackity paga el servidor, honorary French member Bebou, meus pais/minhas mães, the inactive members being referenced to this day, Amiga...)

#phew what a masterpost #feel free to share and thanks for reading! #mcyt #qsmp #philza #forever player #cellbit #pactw #badboyhalo #fitmc #vegetta777 #foolish gamers #slimecicle #agentemaxo #quackity #roier #etoiles #tubbo #aypierre #baghera jones #polispol #jaiden animations #elmariana #tazercraft #riversgg #felps #ironmouse #tinakitten #missasinfonia #antoine daniel

[tarotwithlove]

pick a card ⋆ why are you currently single?

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GROUP ONE

cards pulled: wheel of fortune, knight of swords, knight of wands, eight of pentacles, the world, four of swords.

my dear group one ♡ i feel as if, for many you, the question about why you’re currently single is one you ask simply out of courtesy. the nature of your singleness is something you have long since come to understand and find peace within, and to ask about it is out of passing wonder that maybe the cards will tell you something different from what you already know. 

you and i both know that you are currently single so as to ensure you reach your goals without distraction. when you love, you love all consumingly, and so to juggle the demands of your personal and professional lives with the demands of a relationship would have left you unsatisfied. you would have been pushed to make certain sacrifices, and when it came down to it, the biggest sacrifice would have had to be your heart. 

so instead of empty pain, or meaningless talking stages, or love that only stalls your success instead of making it more and more possible, the divine has kept it such that love does not find you until you are absolutely ready for it. for now, your main focus is yourself and your career. allow yourself to put all your energy into reaching your goals—as you already have been. 

your efforts will not be wasted. the relationship and love you desire will come to you at the perfect time.  

GROUP TWO

cards pulled: three of wands, page of pentacles, the hierophant, knight of swords, six of swords.

my dear group two ♡ you seem to be lying to yourself about why exactly you are single at the moment, looking for any answer that isn’t the one you know in your heart to be true. you are currently single because you are too far away from the only person you can imagine yourself being in a committed relationship with. 

they are the only person who holds space in your heart. and though you may tell yourself again and again that you just aren’t ready for a relationship, you find yourself pushing people away because you can neither commit to someone who is such a distance from you nor can you commit to anyone who just is not them.

this is someone you once contemplated building a life with—someone who you once thought of marrying and exploring all of life’s greatest adventures and mysteries beside—and now that they are no longer in your life, you find yourself unable to move on in the way that you claim to want. 

you say you want to be with someone new, you tell yourself you have put this person behind you, but when a potentially meaningful connection comes into your life you find yourself pushing it away. you do this over and over and over again and still wondering why you’re single. 

GROUP THREE

cards pulled: nine of cups, the star, knight of wands, eight of cups, king of cups (rx)

my dear group three ♡ much like the case with our dear fire signs, the hand that divine intervention plays in your case is greater than can be easily explained or seen by the human eye. you are on a journey of self-discovery and transformation. you are growing into yourself and who you should be, in every aspect of your life. it is a journey that you can only do by having ample time to devote to yourself, something which i feel you already know. 

many of you are healing from a past connection—one that consumed you both heart and soul and left you not knowing yourself on most days. this connection haunted you and drained you and left you more confused than anything, but now that you are free of it you are free to be whoever you want to be. and you have to see that you can be anyone. do anything. it is as if you have been snapped out of a daze, and have come to understand your own limitless potential. 

and, my dear, you cannot jump from one all-consuming connection into another all-consuming connection, and that is why a relationship is eluding you at the moment. and why the relationship you desire may elude you as continue to work towards your goals—whatever these goals may be. 

for now, make yourself a priority, instead of relying on anyone else to make you theirs. the more you focus on yourself, the more you believe in your ability to achieve your goals and make your dreams a reality, the more you will come into alignment with the love that is waiting for you. but that is for the future, not the now in which you are living. 

GROUP FOUR

cards pulled: the world, knight of swords, the magician, four of cups, ten of cups.

my dear group four ♡ before i could even begin your reading, the phrase “strange man in a strange land” came to mind. you are currently far from home, working hard towards your goals even though you are currently alone without some or many of the friends with whom you once started this journey. or with whom you once planned to start this journey. 

you may find it difficult to connect with other people in this place—because of the environment or because you are currently quite strapped for cash at the moment and cannot meet other people on the same level. you feel a bit like an outsider, unsure of the right things to do and the right person to be now that so much has changed and so much has stayed the same. 

you are still finding your feet, and all is well and good with that. but you are also not allowing yourself to be pushed anywhere out of your comfort zone. you miss the comfort of old friends and old lovers and yet do not seek healing or closure. you wonder why you are lonely and yet hole yourself up in an office or library. you wish you weren’t single and yet run away from connections as soon as they are offered to you, or as soon as they start to seem real. 

you are yearning for something you can neither name nor are brave enough to go after. 

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[zae5]

Born to die

Summary: In the aftermath of Rook's Rest, Aegon thinks about his family as he's fighting for his life.

Spoilers for future seasons of House of the dragon.

He feels as if he’s falling.

Deeper and deeper into a never ending abyss with each moment he’s awake and somewhat in his senses, when his mind is not overtaken by the sedatives he’s being fed. It’s a weightless feeling, he experiences, mostly in the wee hours of the night or whatever he assumes is. He’s covered in salves, potions and bandages of all kinds, Maesters tending to him tirelessly. The smell of disinfectant pungent in his chambers, repulses him and his mind wanders to his father briefly, wondering how he spent the last few years of his life. He feels like him now, the irony should make him laugh but his throat is choked up and movement of any sort aggravates his burns. Perhaps their line was destined to fail, destined to suffer the same fate. Cripples the lot of them and while his brother may have suffered an affliction similar to what his father gained he has much more will than that rotten corpse could ever muster, for them atleast. He rules in his stead now, Prince reagent, the favorite son, finally with everything he’s ever wanted right in his lap yet he knows he won’t fail him. Their envy as much as it pulls them apart binds them to each other too, like a myriad of threads pushing and pulling, a web tinged with their blood never breaking, never thinning. He can hear weeping every now and then. The sound comforts him as much as it shouldn’t, reminds him there is still someone who cares. A halo of red, flashes of bloodied hands caressing his face,  prayers whispered under her breath, his injuries now have him believing in the Mother who visits him every night lulling him to sleep. Perhaps his mother’s gods have decided this as a fitting absolution for his sins. Most days however are spent screaming and crying till his throat is raw. He feels less of a king now more than he ever has. No one is allowed to see the state he’s in and he’s grateful for it. He can hear the Hand's taunts at the back of his mind,

“To show weakness is a fool’s error. Are you a fool boy? You sure as well act like one. It is a wonder the King cannot look beyond his daughter, with you for a son”

His grandsire proves his usefulness even in his absence from the chain of duty he’s been bound with most of his life. Yet he would be a fool to think he still doesn’t exert power through the shadows. We light the way. A Hightower always makes it through the darkness.

He doesn’t feel like one. Never has if he’s being honest. Neither does he feel like his namesake, adorned in his regalia the day he was sent to his doom and the day he set out to avenge his son. A son he never bothered to know. A son he failed like his father before him. Perhaps he's more Targaryen than he thought.

But most of all through the burning, cracking and singing flesh that weeps more than what drenches his face, he misses him and he yearns for her. His mount equally broken, abandoned in that wretched place, guarded by his own reagent, proud and mighty. He misses his shrill roars at midnight, the flapping of his wings and the feeling of safety and comfort of his presence.

In the same breath he wishes for her. They tell him in hushed voices that she hasn’t improved. That she’s still the same shell of a woman, wife, mother, queen. The whispers following her have increased along with the voices in her head. She hasn’t visited him once since his return to their cage. He finally feels like he’s failed her. Revenge sought for their son wasn’t enough to bring her back to him, wasn’t enough to warrant a visit to her dying husband, her king. Yet he can’t find it in him to blame her and for what, the same duty and burden thrust upon the both of them, which she had single handedly carried all these years. He wants to let her go, for her own peace, though he knows both of them shall never find it now. All that is left is Fire and Blood. He’s fire made flesh as he burns and burns and burns, his body alight and his mind clinging to rage, baying for blood. Their house words have never rung truer.

#house of the dragon #zae's fics #hotd imagine #aegon ii x helaena #aegon ii imagine #aegon the elder #hotdedit #rooks rest #aemond targaryen #alicent hightower #jaehaerys targaryen #jaehaera targaryen #helaena targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #the greens as art #the greens #aegon ii fanfic #aegon fics

[conanssummerchild]

im bored as shit so im going to asign a community person/ship to every conan gray song bcs i really just use this site as a stream of my conciousness, if anyone has a better one for any of them feel free to tell me, also fair warning abed is my fav character, i'll try not to make everything abt him and troy but no promises

grow: the whole final episode really but im thinking mostly jeff tbh or also abed leaving for LA, or even maybe troy leaving on his voyage ☹️

idle town: the 'town' being greendale i feel like this applies to jeff also 😭 like its abt all of them but its jeffs pov

generation why: im thinking my girl britta hehe idk how to explain it but the vibes are so there

crush culture: im thinking annie, but also maybe jeff, aro king 👑

greek god: im thinking maybe abed in high school? i would say annie but she seemed to care more about fitting in while abed had accepted he couldnt, also hes like insightful and observant yk

lookalike: oh my god, brittas pov and its about jeff and slater oof

the other side: troy and abed, specifically in geothermal escapism 😭</3 im killing myself why would i do this

the king: okay fuck this is so trobed coded, abeds pov

comfort crowd: the whole study group tbh <33 in more specifics i was thinking jeff + the study group and honestly abed and annie

wish you were sober: i mean this one has to be either jeff and britta or britta and troy, though troy and britta could be taken either as britta wanting to go party and smoke weed or wtv and troy not rlly doing that stuff or britta feeling rejected bcs of troy giving all his attention to abed 😭 (like as in wish u were sober being wish u werent a raging homosexual)

maniac: probably i'd have to say jeffbritta from either pov

(online love): i... dont know tbh. the vibes are giving annie and troy for some reason, maybe once troys already left?

checkmate: the fond eyeroll i had to give, jeff and britta again. maybe annie being pissed at jeff over their kiss but i dont ship them romantically

the cut that always bleeds: idk, maybe jeff and annies weird ass relationship that keeps fucking happening is the closest, from annies pov

fight or flight: idk tbh, maybe trobed and britta if i had to go with smth, this one is mostly EXTREMELY byler coded (from stranger things) and im never fucking letting that go

affluenza: ok i mean ive gotta give this one to jeff dont i

(can we be friends?): troy abed and annie <3 im so soft for them

heather: ok fuck i HAVE to say trobed and britta and its abeds pov and if we're being specific them in virtual systems analysis becuase i'll never get over this episode ("ive run the simulations, i dont get married :/") bcs i fucking love abed being jealous of britta while she was with troy in the cool way but also in the sad if troy cant love me no one will way

little league: this is troy and abed when troy leaves :(((( and this is canon bcs my beloved wife and i are so troy and abed coded and she loves little league sooo

the story: ok so the boy and the girl are hmm annie and abed, the boy and the boy are troy and abed duh doy, him and his friend are maybe idk britta and troy, i dont wanna say jeff or abed bcs their dad/mum abandoned them and that bit's abt wanting to get away from ur parents yk

fake: (😭) maybe jeff (alan's pov 😔😔💔💔) nah but fr i see people joking abt his song but its lowkey fire

overdrive: WHY DO THEY ALL MAKE ME THINK OF JEFF AND BRITTA

telepath: jeff 😔 and 😔 britta 😔

movies: ok i literally cant say anyone other than abed, the king of movies. im not really feeling troy tho, maybe rachel, like maybe when abed kept trying to super speed run their relationship and he was anxious abt not passing the relationship tests

people watching: the MOST annie coded song ever holy fuck she is so people watching coded i love her so much

disaster: abed. or britta. my abandonment/commitment issues babies <33

best friend: TROBED. THE ONLY BEST FRIENDS EVER

astronomy: would it be absolutely too painful if i said troy and abed. honestly i actually think im feeling more jeff and abed but not like at eachother just both of them together in their sadness, from their pov to someone else (britta and troy probably seeing as these r their main romantic interests)

yours: AHH THIS SONG DEAR GOD </3 can i say abed jesus fuck im killing myself this one for abed hurts so much, not really directed at anyone in specific, or more like just directed at everyone, just his abandonment issues :( ("i dont always see it coming" PUT ME DOWN)

jigsaw: oo britta, my queen she just wants to be loved so bad </3 but also a bit abed ("if being less insane would make you stay" oof)

family line: okay. jeff.he actually invented having daddy issues

summer child: ok its abed bcs i kin him idc, im conans summer child™ and i said so /lh

footnote: not quite sure, very annie coded imo. maybe trobed? either pov ig but im feeling troy

memories: hm, trobed after troy leaves? abed trying to get over him but he keeps imagining troys still there with him like as in one of the hallucinations he has bcs i read a fic like this yesterday and it was sooooo good, idk maybe this is a little far fetched

the exit: im not rlly sure actually, either jeffbritta after the whole i love you in front of anyone fiasco or trobed when troys dating britta 🤷‍♂️

never ending song: ok, jeffbritta.

winner: THE MOST SONG EVER. ok this one is abed. it will always be abed. family line i feel like is more about a hostile home enviroment and jeff implies that his was, while winner is more pain of neglect or disconnect so i feel like its more appliable to abed because of how hes shown to not be understood by his parents and feels responsible for his mother leaving and this makes me think of the line "you dont really wanna hear the truth, do you?" because like his mum loving him on paper but not actually loving who he is or be willing to accept hes different and has different needs FUCK abeds mother all my homies hate abeds mother (what im not projecting at all my parents definitely love me and accept that im autistic /s)

killing me: im not quite sure actually. conan did write this song about someone who gave him tonsilitis and abed cannonically had tonsilitis though so 🤯

lonely dancers: hmm i feel like this song is upbeat enough to be trobed being silly tgth but maybe its more jeffbritta coded, or jeff and abed abt britta and troy, or vice versa, not sure

sorry i never mentioned shirley i do love her

feel free to take any of these as platonic or romantic idrk, a lot of them i couldve meant either way anyway

if u even made it this far u can have a gold star ⭐️ there u go

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[cherry-waves1]

LIQUID SMOOTH [FANTASY AU]

Prince!Simon Riley x afab!Dragon Reader (Request!!)

Part 1/?

A/N: Do I know what I’m doing? Absolutely not. This is my first fanfic. . Smut eventually!! (EVERYONE IN THIS FIC IS ABOVE 18!!!). I apologize for how short it was! It was rushed, so I’m sorry for anything weird in it. It’s my first fanficiton and series so sorry if it isn’t great Warnings: None right now, it’s really short 😭

Thank you to my friends Harley, Lynn, Des, and Serenity for beta-reading!💖

MDNI!!!

Series

Simon wasn’t very content with his life. Everything felt empty, and the spacious corridors of the castle didn’t help fill that void either.

The nights were as lonely as the days he were stuck inside the castle walls, tracing sketches in his leather journal with warm tea on his desk beside him, the candles flames illuminate the room as the soft sounds of the lead scratching against the paper fills the air of silence. He spots the townspeople gathering in the town square for a small festival in the distance outside of the large window, dancing around and laughing, drinking, and singing. He closed the thick wool curtains with a sigh.

His father is the king of an English kingdom. He remembers his mother as a kid, telling him stories of beasts and creatures of all sorts. The man who changes his shape under the moon, the vampires who lust for blood, the dragons who gather treasure and breathe fire. His mother used to tell him he’d be a great ruler someday. He used to be excited about that, but now, it’s something he dreads the most in life. He’d give anything to be like the people in those small houses in the kingdom.

He’s not a very social person, but even the most extreme introverts get lonely at some point, right? That’s what he tells himself as he closes his journal with a soft huff, taking his mask off and blowing the candles out. He listens to the sounds of his father raging at one of the servants in one of the many halls, before plopping on to his bed. He stares up at the ceiling in the dark, an uneasy feeling settling in his gut.

It isn’t long before his eyes begin to grow heavy, like there was something weighing his eyelids down. He tried to fight it, but sleep soon overtook him, easing his mind for a little while. A few moments of bliss away from his father and his duties, and away from the dreadful feeling of loneliness that’s constantly lingering deep in his gut and mind, poisoning every aspect of his life until he’s just a miserable man.

He soon opened his eyes, before quickly closing them shut again, feeling the sting of the sunlight shining into them. He laid there for a moment or two, before rubbing his eyes and sitting up. He realizes he slept in the same clothes from the day before, groaning as he saw how wrinkled they were. He sighed and got up, seeing one of the servants had laid his clothes out for him already.

“Fuckin’ hell..” He grumbled under his breath, his voice heavy and gruff with sleep as he got up. He went to his bathroom, seeing one of the servants had already drawn him a bath. He undressed, before getting in to the tub. He took a moment to lay his back against the porcelain wall of the tub, his muscles sore and joints aching from the training the previous days.

He then opened his eyes once more to bathe himself. Servants had offered to do it for him before, but he hates physical touch, and he hates feeling like an incapable baby even more. So he always did it himself. Even if he doesn’t fit in the tub. His legs are always bent at the knees against his chest, his shoulders too broad.

After his bath, he’d gone downstairs to the dining hall to eat breakfast. His father wasn’t there. *Thank the Gods*, he’d murmur under his breath, before sitting on his seat at the table. One of the servants had handed him a plate of eggs and some sort of stew with freshly brewed tea, just the way he liked it.

He heard a clattering across the room and down one of the halls. Since the walls were so tall and rooms were big, everything echoed off the walls louder. His brows furrowed as he swallowed the piece of egg he’d bit. “Fuck was that?” He grumbled under his breath, pushing his chair from the table and making his way toward the hallway.

Inside the grand hall, you had been sweeping. You’re a dragon. Volcanic, to be exact. Your family and this kingdom had a peace treaty, but your father, his very being oozing with greed and malevolence, had broken the treaty and wreaked havoc on the kingdom, so you were given to the king as a peace offering. Volcanic dragons are known for being cruel, vile creatures; their lust for destruction insatiable. You’ve been a servant for five years. The prince was the most handsome human you’d ever laid your eyes on. But of course, he’s off-limits. The king would have your head if you even touched the prince.

You’d been sweeping in the halls for what felt like hours. *Do they ever end?* you ask yourself as you swept to the corridor that leads to the dining hall. You tend to look at all the monotonous framed paintings, each one the same as always.

You try your best to keep your large wings from knocking in to anything, but ultimately, you fail. As you turn to sweep under a table, your wings knock in to said table, which knocks a picture frame over. Bringing your shaky hands up to your mouth, you gasp in utter disbelief that you just did that. Your hands immediately get clammy, breaking out in to a nervous sweat as you quickly pick the broken picture frame up. Tears began to wet your eyes, the sweat forming on your skin starting to evaporate due to how hot your body runs. You look around with frantic wide eyes, worried someone might have heard or seen the accident. Your heart skips a beat when you hear the steps of someone walking on the polished tile floors out of the dining room.

Simon’s footsteps echoed through the hallway as he followed the sound of the clattering. His brows furrow in irritation, wondering what kind of mess he were about to stumble upon. As he turned the corner, he was met with the sight of a girl, the dragon servant. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of you, your wings tucked against your back and your hands trembling as you hurriedly picked up the broken picture frame.

"What the bloody hell happened here?" Simon’s voice carried a mix of annoyance and concern as he approached you. His dark brown eyes scan the scene, taking in the shattered glass and the look of panic on your face. "Did you knock this over?"He asked gruffly, eyes glancing back down at the glass on the floor.

“I didn’t mean to, your highness, I swear-! it just happened..” You sputter out in a panic, anxiety bubbling in your gut at the thought of him telling his father about this. Your mind races as you try to figure out how you’re going to replace the picture frame. You haven’t any money, you know that. You stay in the servant’s chambers in the castle, and you barely get paid enough to buy bread from the local market. It doesn’t help that everything is so expensive in this goddamned kingdom.

His eyes narrow as he watches you clumsily pick up the larger pieces of the glass shards. He weighs the pros and cons of helping you out, before he ultimately decides the pros outweigh the cons. Huffing out a sigh, he kneels beside you and pulls your hands away from the mess, his touch surprisingly gentle. His jaw clenched as he felt the heat radiating from your skin, scorching his, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to care for some reason.

“Don’t hurt yourself. And don’t call me that.” He grunted out, slowly and almost reluctantly releasing your wrists. He took out a handkerchief, carefully picking up the larger shards of glass, throwing them in the nearby bin, before scooping up the smaller ones and tossing them as well.

Your heart skipped a beat from his touch, your mouth going dry. You keep your eyes on him, focused on his every move, taking the time to admire him. It’s like he was sculpted by the very image of the Gods themselves. Unable to tear your eyes away, you gawk openly at him. You thought you were being discreet, until you saw the way his brow cocked slightly when he looked back at you.

“I apologize for staring, your highness.” You’re quick to apologize, bowing your head in embarrassment, your face heating up more than usual. You could swear your head would catch on fire at any moment.

He sighs in exasperation at the title, shaking his head. His eyes trail over your form, biting back a smirk, before he responds with a gruff “Don’t call me that.” Before turning away, his footsteps retreating as they echo through the large corridor, leaving you to sit there in embarrassment and confusion. Your chest tightens with a pang of attraction, chewing on your bottom lip as you watch him go.

You almost want to call out to him, but before you could even open your mouth to speak, the sound of a heavy door being closed shut echo from downstairs in your ears. You puff out a sigh, smoke billowing out from your parted lips.

“Back to work, I guess.” You murmur under your breath, picking your broom and dustpan up, making sure your wings are tucked to your back as you walk through the hall, your dirty low-quality boots thudding against the carpet.

As Simon enters his room, he looks back at the door, thinking about the servant girl. He never did catch her name, he thinks, as he draws his curtains and sits on the chair at his desk, the polished mahogany creaking under his weight as he leans back against the backrest.

He glances outside to the people in the market. They weren’t afraid to be outside of their homes at night, torches and lanterns illuminating the outside as people and their children walk around. Any one of them could be a vampire or werewolf in disguise, he thought. It made his eyes narrow. His mind drifted back to the strange servant girl. He recalls her wings and horns, the way her spear-headed tail swayed ever so slightly.

He slots the wooden graphite pencil between his middle finger and thumb, opening his leather journal and flipping the pages until he lands on a blank one. He tapped the thin wood against the paper for a moment, closing his eyes as he tries to recall the girl. His thick blonde eyelashes brush against the top of his cheeks, fluttering every time he remembers a detail about her. Opening his eyes, he put the pencil to the paper, the sound of the pointed tip scratching against the surface never ceasing once throughout the whole night.

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[thelustybraavosimaid]

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I want to specifically talk about book!Jon here because I'm pretty sure this person doesn't know a goddamn thing about Jon in the books or his personality to even remotely reach this conclusion. I'm, quite frankly, confused at this response. So I'd like to provide some quotes:

I would need to steal her if I wanted her love, but she might give me children. I might someday hold a son of my own blood in my arms. A son was something Jon Snow had never dared dream of, since he decided to live his life on the Wall. I could name him Robb. (Jon XII, ASoS)

If a child was something Jon had always wanted, as is clearly stated here, why would he force Ygritte to get rid of his own kid?

Let's not pretend like he doesn't love her, either. Was the beginning of their relationship dubious? Absolutely. But he did love her:

"Yes." His voice was thick. "First we'll live."

She grinned at that, showing Jon the crooked teeth that he had somehow come to love. Wildling to the bone, he thought again, with a sick sad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He flexed the fingers of his sword hand, and wondered what Ygritte would do if she knew his heart. (Jon V, ASoS)

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Ygritte was much in his thoughts as well. He remembered the smell of her hair, the warmth of her body...and the look on her face as she slit the old man's throat. You were wrong to love her, a voice whispered. You were wrong to leave her, a different voice insisted.

...

"Who is Ygritte?" Donal Noye asked pointedly.

"A woman of the free folk." How could he explain Ygritte to them? She's warm and smart and funny and she can kiss a man or slit his throat. "She's with Styr, but she's not...she's young, only a girl, in truth, wild, but she..." She killed an old man for building a fire. His tongue felt thick and clumsy. The milk of the poppy was clouding his wits. "I broke my vows with her. I never meant to, but..." It was wrong. Wrong to love her, wrong to leave her... (Jon VI, ASoS)

And he did mourn her.

Though Maester Aemon said his wound was healing well, Jon bore other scars, deeper than the ones around his eye. He grieves for his wildling girl, and for his brothers. (Samwell IV, ASoS)

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She stood beneath the scorched stones of the Lord Commander's Tower, cloaked in darkness and in memory. The light of the moon was in her hair, her red hair kissed by fire. When he saw that, Jon's heart leapt into his mouth. "Ygritte," he said. (Jon VI, ADwD)

It goes without saying that Jon is one of the most progressive protagonists in the series. He:

•despises rape,

•advocates for those perceived "weaker" for not fitting the typical Westerosi gender standards (i.e. Sam and Satin),

•breaks the mould of Night's Watch traditions for hundreds of years by allowing freefolk men and women ages twelve and up to join.

Jon Snow values bodily autonomy.

Moreover:

Burning dead children had ceased to trouble Jon Snow; live ones were another matter. Two kings to wake the dragon. The father first and then the son, so both die kings. The words had been murmured by one of the queen's men as Maester Aemon had cleaned his wounds. Jon had tried to dismiss them as his fever talking. Aemon had demurred. "There is power in a king's blood," the old maester had warned, "and better men than Stannis have done worse things than this." The king can be harsh and unforgiving, aye, but a babe still on the breast? Only a monster would give a living child to the flames. (Jon I, ADwD)

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Once outside and well away from the queen’s men, Val gave vent to her wroth. "You lied about her beard. That one has more hair on her chin than I have between my legs. And the daughter…her face…"

"Greyscale."

"The grey death is what we call it."

"It is not always mortal in children."

"North of the Wall it is. Hemlock is a sure cure, but a pillow or a blade will work as well. If I had given birth to that poor child, I would have given her the gift of mercy long ago."

This was a Val that Jon had never seen before. "Princess Shireen is the queen’s only child."

"I pity both of them. The child is not clean.”

"If Stannis wins his war, Shireen will stand as heir to the Iron Throne."

"Then I pity your Seven Kingdoms."

"The maesters say greyscale is not—"

"The maesters may believe what they wish. Ask a woods witch if you would know the truth. The grey death sleeps, only to wake again. The child is not clean!"

"She seems a sweet girl. You cannot know—"

"I can. You know nothing, Jon Snow.” Val seized his arm. “I want the monster out of there. Him and his wet nurses. You cannot leave them in that same tower as the dead girl.”

Jon shook her hand away. "She is not dead."

"She is. Her mother cannot see it. Nor you, it seems. Yet death is there." She walked away from him, stopped, turned back. "I brought you Tormund Giantsbane. Bring me my monster."

"If I can, I will.”

"Do. You owe me a debt, Jon Snow.”

Jon watched her stride away. She is wrong. She must be wrong. Greyscale is not so deadly as she claims, not in children. (Jon XI, ADwD)

Not to mention the conversation he has with Tormund:

"You are a free man now, and Ygritte is a free woman. What dishonor if you lay together?"

"I might get her with child."

"Aye, I'd hope so. A strong son or a lively laughing girl kissed by fire, and where's the harm in that?"

Words failed him for a moment. "The boy...the child would be a bastard."

"Are bastards weaker than other children? More sickly, more like to fail?"

"No, but—"

"You're bastard-born yourself. And if Ygritte does not want a child, she will go to some woods witch and drink a cup o' moon tea. You do not come into it, once the seed is planted."

"I will not father a bastard."

Tormund shook his shaggy head. "What fools you kneelers be. Why did you steal the girl if you don't want her?"

"Steal? I never..." (Jon II, ASoS)

So with that in mind, why would he force a woman of the freefolk — a group of people he had come to appreciate, and his first love — to drink moon tea? If she wanted to, she'd do it herself. But he would not force her. That is not how the freefolk work and Jon knows it.

#asoiaf #ramble

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Squish

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Things may be better, but Roman still struggles occaisonally. Remus is happy to help him out.

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| Ao3 |

Written for: This Prompt

Warnings: Some self dep, mainly Roman thinking badly about himself again. overstimulation. vague reference to past self harm.

Pairings: Creativitwins, Roceit

Word Count: 1481

Notes:

Hello!!

Darkside Roman fic!

Thank you to Oatmeal for the prompt here on my Tumblr (feel free to leave a request yourself!), I did write this on my train ride - I just forgot to post it yesterday, haha.

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Roman stood before his mirror. The floor length one, in his room, with ornate golden carvings around the frame. The mirror itself looked like something that belonged in a king’s chamber in a palace, not Roman’s bedroom. His room may be ornate, his red canopy bed was beautiful, with a carved wooden headboard and translucent red drapes. His desk was mahogany, also elegantly carved and looked like something straight out of a vicotorian drawing room, his plush red rug created a nice centrepiece to his room and his closet was full to bursting with clothes he would probably never actually get to wear, bis room was ornate, but it wasn’t fit for him.

A beautiful, elegant room, fit for a prince. Roman didn’t feel like he belonged there.

His tail had been the last thing to come through, he was pretty sure, and now it swayed behind him, brushing over the ground repeatedly in a way that irritated him to no end. He thought he should be used to it by now, after his week spent in the imagination. Which he didn’t remember most of, but Janus had reassured him that nothing bad had happened, he hadn’t hurt anyone – he, apparently, had actually been kind of cute. And he’d somehow gotten Virgil to join them for movie nights, too, he wondered how exactly he’d done that with his dragon brain.

Dark wings spread behind him, the bloody red of the scaley skin making him cringe away from his own reflection. Red was his colour, the colour of passion and love, romance. Red was also the colour of anger, of fire burning brightly, hurt, pain, distruction. When he was a Prince, the red meant love, a bright spirit, now…

His wings twitch and Roman reaches around himself to – what, try to get them off? He’d already tried that more than enough and all it did was hurt, there was no point, he was stuck like this now. His tail started to thrash behind him without his permission, he hated how out of control it was, he couldn’t stand how it moved when he was irritated or upset – it made it practically impossible to hide what he was feeling and the way it dragged against the hardrood floor of his room made him want to scream-

“Roro!?” His bedroom door slammed open, making his wings flare out in surprise. He whipped around to face his brother in the doorway, forgetting once more about his tail and only remembering when it slammed into the mirror, sending it crashing to the floor in shards. The golden carved frame was ruined, the mirror itself now only showing a fragmented reflection. Roman stared at it in shock, wondering if this reflection was more accurate.

“Oooh- that’s not good,” Remus said, “Sorry Ro – did I scare ya?”

“No- no, it’s- it’s fine I was just…” Roman trailed off, looking back at the mirror, “Focused.” He settles on.

“What? On admiring yourself?” Remus giggled, coming over, “Janny wanted me to come get you, you’re missing dinner.”

“I am?” Roman asked, looking at his twin with a frown, he thought dinner was still a few hours away.

“What’s going on in that silly head of yours, Ro?” Remus knocked on his skull like it was a door, and Roman winced away, batting halfheartedly at his hands, he hadn’t noticed Remus come over, “Oh c’mon, I can basically see your thoughts crowding up in there.”

“Just- leave it, it doesn’t matter,” Roman tried to wave him off, “I’ll be down for dinner soon.”

“Oh no, nope, absolutely not,” Remus said, shaking Roman lightly by the shoulder, “You only say crap like that when something’s really wrong, now what’s got my lil’ bro so upset?”

“Remus-“ Roman huffed, he was going for a warning tone, trying to get his brother to back off, though he was pretty sure it sounded a lot more pathetic than he was intending, “Just-“

“Nope, get, now, sit down, go on,” Remus practically shoved him back towards his bed and Roman’s tail curled around his feet as he was pushed to sit down as he continued to weakly protest. Once he was down, Romus practically threw himself on top of him, putting all of his weight on him. Roman hated to admit that it did help, even if he had to shuffle around so he wasn’t squashing his wings.

“There, better?” Remus asked, already knowing that ‘being squished’ as Remus called it, tended to help quite a lot, Roman nodded weakly, “Now, what’s the shit bothering you?”

“My stupid- stupid brain,” He huffed, looking up at the canopy of his bed, “I feel like- like all this stuff – it’s not -it’s not mine – it’s like I don’t- I don’t feel like I- I deserve it-“

“Deserve it?” Remus says, “Why the fuck wouldn’t you deserve it?”

“I don’t – because, because I’m hideous – because all I do is cause pain? I just- I hurt Patton and Logan, I hurt Virgil – I definitely hurt you, and I probably hurt Jan and I just-“

Repetitive, insistent tapping on his cheek drew him back out of the spiral he was descending into, Remus was frowning at him.

“Tell your brain to fuck off, Ro,” Remus said, bapping him on the forehead, “You’re cool as fuck, you haven’t hurt Janny or Virgin, you haven’t hurt the others nearly as much as they fucked you up, and yeah, being isolated from you hurt like a fucking soap bath but that wasn’t your fault-“

“I know that but – but this-“ he pulls at one of his wings again and Remus slaps his hand away.

“Is really fucking cool,” he finishes Roman’s sentence, “Literally, you can fly – and you can set shit on fire, how is that not cool as fuck?”

“And I’ve told you that- that doesn’t matter – it’s – it’s – dragons are evil,” Roman said, dragging his hand over his face, his claws leaving the lightest marks on his own skin, “They’re meant to hurt people destroy things, hoard gold, I don’t want to be a greedy, prideful, nasty creature.”

“Yeah, and we’ve told you every time you say this that you’re not any of that shit,” Remus said, pulling Roman’s hand away from his face so he doesn’t hurt himself any more. Roman whined, before coughing smoke right into Remus’ face and immediately panicking.

“Mm!” Remus said, “Thanks Roro,”

“What?”

“The smoke?”

“Yeah uh – why are you thanking me?”

“Cause’ it smells good?” Remus tilted his head, “Like free perfume.”

Roman can’t help the snort of laughter that escaped him. He should’ve known that Remus would enjoy smelling of smoke. Of course, something like that wouldm’t have upset him, he was Remus for goodness sake.

“Y’know Janny would say something poetic about how dragons were strong and awesome again if he heard this, right?” Remus poked him in the side and Roman batted his hands away again.

“Yeah yeah – I know – it’s getting better though, I swear.”

Remus hummed, flopping down properly on top of him, “These spirals not happening so often?” He asked.

“No – it’s just – sometimes it all starts to bother me – it’s like –“

“You’re feeling loads of things all at once and you feel like you’re whole body is gonna explode?” Remus suggests, “Like there are ants crawling all over your skin and you can’t get ‘em off?”

“Yeah- um- something like that,” Roman nodded.

“Is the squishing helping?” Remus asked.

Roman took a long, deep breath, “Yeah, thanks.”

“Awesome ‘cause if it didn’t I’d have to crush up all your bones.”

“…Thanks, Ree,” Roman shook his head with a fond smile.

“You feeling good enough for dinner?” Remus asked, “’Cause I think Janny’s made pie, and he’s gonna get worried ‘cause we’ve been gone so long.”

“I… I think so,” Roman nodded. Shoving Remus away so he could get up. He waved away the mess from the mirror and now that spot felt far too empty, but he wouldn’t let it bother him right now. His tail still dragged over the hardwood floor, but it didn’t bother him so much now. Remus grabbed him by the arm and dragged him downstairs.

“Sorry we’re late!” Remus yelled as they arrived in the dining room, “Roro was having a crisis again.”

“Is everything alright?” Janus looked up with concern clear in his expression. Roman smiled.

“Yeah – it is now,” he said, taking his seat.

“Mhm, I helped,” Remus said proudly. Janus chuckled.

“Thank you, Remus, I presume you did an awful job?”

“As always,” Remus nodded with a grin. Roman couldn’t help but smile as he settled into their company, finally able to relax now that they were both here.

When Roman returned to his room later that night, he found a new mirror in the old one’s place, this one was just as ornate, but made out of black marble.

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Tags: @full-of-roman-angst-trash @your-local-random-dino @cutebisexualmess @glacierruler @roseianxiety @bella-bugatti-frogetti-baguetti @scalesfeathersnfur (if anyone wants to be added, let me know!)

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #roman sanders #remus sanders #creativitwins #darkside!roman #rowans writings

[rae-pottah]

Morpheus x Reader

*=point of view change

Warnings: she/her pronouns, references to sex, shitty writing., pictures of how I imagine things (feel free to imagine your own), severely edited

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"Why do you come without notice? " Morpheus asked aloud with no emotion in his voice.

"We aren't supposed to have humans in our realms permanently, I thought you out of all of us wouldn't break that rule" Death said boldly

"I actually didn't want to be here your kind of mean" Desire joked with a straight face

"I just wanted to stay in bed today" Despair whispered

"Yes well, as I have learned 'rules are meant to be broken' " He quoted you

"They could go insa-" she gets cut off by a woman appearing in front of her brother

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"Darling the next time you feel like railing me into the mattress would you please leave me the ability to walk? " you ask. Morpheus quite confused about how you managed to appear in front of him, Death suprised and not wanting to know about her brother's sex life, Desire ready to bust up laughing, and Despair traumatized.

Dream slowly with a smile "Darling, we have company" face now red you turned around and and greeted his siblings with a

"I-um-h-mm" Morpheus then pulled you onto his lap.

"You know just as well as I do humans can go insane in our realms!" Death tries to reason ignoring her brothers actions

"But I am perfectly well here" you state simply

"And as that may be-" Death gets cut off

"Then can we agree on, if anyone starts to notice any sign of insanity she goes back to the waking world." Morpheus compromises with slight discomfort with even the thought of sending you back

"But I'm fine here!" Your rage starting to burn

"Then it shouldn't be a problem dear" he reasons

"We'll accept"

"Fine." As thoughts rush over you, there was something you wanted from the waking...

S'mores!

"Do you guys want S'mores?" You blurted out

"What's a S'more?" Death asked you head snapped toward her

"You poor, poor child" genuinely sorry for anyone who hasn't had one

"You must try one! Come out to the front of the palace!" you disappear again which confuses Morpheus even more

As they all walk out of the castle and down a small hill to you, they see you waving your hands about, and in front of them was building out of nothing a fire pit with seating and a curtain box ring with all the items to make S'mores and to simply be.

"How did you do this my love?" Morpheus asks eye wide in surprise, Death just as much so, Desire and Despair in shock.

"I honestly don't know it just kinda happens, I want something it makes it or helps, really started when I wanted lemonade and it just kinda appeared" you smiled happily

Death looks at Morpheus with a knowing smirk

"You wanna see what else I can do?! " you ask excitedly

"Absolutely we do! " Dream retorts with the same amount of excitement

"I can fly a little" you say as you pick yourself up off the ground while you think about it, "AND AND WATCH THIS WATCH THIS!!" you raised you voice

As you spin around your sweat pants and tank top turn into a beautiful black gown that was near fit for a queen

"I LOOK LIKE A PRINCESS" you squealed

"Oh wow" the three of your boyfriends siblings sighed

"you know what's even better?!" You poke Morpheus's chest and his outfit starts to change into a Kingly sight.

"Oh and of course the crown!" You pointed your right index finger up and made a circle motion as a crown appeared on his head.

"And of course the Queens and Kings of their own realms!" You point to the three siblings that are now smirking at Dream

Death:

Desire:

Despair:

"Where is your crown? " Morpheus asks confused

"I'm no queen" you chuckled nervously.

"Darling, the dreaming bends to your will and bows to your wants"

"The dreaming is him-" Despair starts to explain

"And he is the dreaming-" Desire continues

"And if he is yours-" Death helps

"Then the dreaming belongs to you." Morpheus finishes

He said as if it was the most simple thing as he bowed down to you and it felt as though time stopped, the endless don't bow. As he settled on his knee and put his head down you felt something on top your head... A crown.

And when Morpheus bowed, the castle help, as shocked as they were, around stopped and bowed, and with one deadly look from Dream to his siblings, you had 4 endless bowing before you.

Thanks lol

#morpheus #morpheus x reader #the sandman #sandman #dream #dreaming #fidlersgreen #lucine

[hello-nichya-here]

If you could give zuko and azula royal epithets/nicknames, what would you call them?

Ex. William I "The Conqueror", Ivan IV "The Terrible", Alexander III "The Great", Elizabeth I "The Virgin Queen"

considering the descriptors can be positive or negative, there are lots of possibilities for them lol

To answer this ask, I'm stealing a bunch of titles from George R.R. Martin's works, otherwise it'd just be "Sister-fucker and brother-fucker" XD

Titles For Azula

Red Viper - I just like the thought of Azula killing enemies with poison, like Ursa killed Azulon, AND I like giving her cool weapons, so a poisoned spear would be awesome.

And lets face it, Azula is just a character that DEMANDS a title that suggests she's two-faced and deadly.

The Red Woman/His Red Shadow - I love, love, love, love making Azula Zuko's mistress & advisor, much like Melisandre is to Stannis (through I prefer her giving him babies that are not murderous shadow), and she'd absolutely get labelled as the evil witch who seduced the king and is leading him down the wrong path, just like Mel.

Plus, Melisandre and Stannis canonically go for moonlight walks in the books, and fuck on top of a war table/map in the show, and that is just perfect aesthetics for Zucest.

Realm's Delight/Light Of The West - Little Azula, with all of her disturbing tendencies, being called "realms delight", like she's the cutest, most precious thing in the whole world is just funny to me. And I like Rhaenyra, so of course I'd give Azula one of her titles.

And she'd definitively take a page from Cersei's book of "Give yourself a new title while you help your baby boy usurp the throne", only in this case she's stealing Kuei's throne for herself (and Zuzu).

The Queen That Never Was - Azula is just made for politics and to be a ruler, so I would not be surprised if, before her relationship with Zuko is made public and they get married, some people are still not over the fact that she never got to truly rule over the Fire Nation. Even after the whole "you're all banished" thing, I can easily see at least half the Dai Li calling her "The Fire Lord that never was" as they are all sad their favorite 14-year-old child soldier didn't get to enjoy rulling over the world.

Titles For Zuko

The Rogue Prince - You look me in the eye and tell this title doesn't fit the banished prince that had to stay away from home for three years, came back, willingly left to stand against his father/Fire Lord, and then came back AGAIN to change everything. Do it. I dare you.

The King Who Cared - Again, my love for Stannis and Melisandre heavily influenced this one. I like Zuko being the grumpy, furious, highkey entitled king that has a change of heart and decides "You know what, I need to take care of my people if I want them to respect me as a ruler" - and his "evil" mistress just comes along for the ride because she's THE most devoted woman ever.

The Peaceful - Unlike with King Viserys, this won't be a polite way to call Zuko "the cowardly/incompetent king." Like I said before, Zuko has a kind, righteous side and he is at his strongest when he embraces said side, and considering he helped end a 100 year and intends to be a merciful ruler, this just feels like a good title for him - not to mention, it will make it easier for enemies to understimate him, thinking he'll be easy to defeat, and then be brutally reminded that Zuko is being kind BY CHOICE, not because he can't ever be one hell of powerful, dangerous enemy to go against.

Sea Snake - @timur-pannonicus had Zuko be given that title after a major victory in his fanfic, and I just thought it was cool as hell. Plus I just love any connection to the three years Zuko spent at sea.

Titles For Both

The Conqueror - Zuko and Azula going the evil route, invading all the other nations and forcing the world to submit might be morally abhorent... but it's one hell of a great aesthetic and definitively makes them worthy of Aegon's title.

The Unworthy - Come on. Azula is Ozai's favorite, a prodigy, scarily competent and never "betrayed" the Fire Nation. Zuko is the firstborn, Ozai's MALE heir, won the crown and managed to help end a 100 year war. No way one of them gets crowned without half the nation/world going "BUT HIS/HER SIBLING DESERVED IT WAY! HE/SHE IS THE TRUE HEIR, NOT THIS DISGRACE OF A PERSON!"

Protector Of The Realm, Lord/Lady Of The Four Nations - Needs no explanation (but I do think Azula would only use the title of "Fire LADY" if she's rulling as Zuko's wife. If he had to marry her to win the crown, they're both having the title of Fire Lord)

Stormborn - That is just a very cool title and a future king/queen being born during an insanely dangerous storm is some epic myth stuff.

The Unlikely - Both of them are kids of the Fire Lord's second son, their uncle (aka the rightful heir) is still alive, Azula is a girl and younger than Zuko, and Zuko was fucking banished and disgraced. Nobody was making bets on either of them being crowned for a long time.

The King/Queen In Chains - Humiliating title for the sibling that lost the Agni Kai for the crown AND a thinly veiled way people have of saying "These royals are VERY kinky." Perfect for Zucest.

Phoenix King/Queen - Ozai's title was just objectively cool, Azula would totally see it as a legitimate thing just because her dad was the one to come up with it, and Zuko would TOTALLY want to be the first actually get to use that title as one last "FUCK YOU, DAD!"

Bonus

Azula has ABSOLUTELY called Zuko "The royal dum-dum" at some point, you cannot change my mind.

#asks #zucest #not safe for what

[lionar0und]

Sebek x Reader - Present

GN Reader, mentions of a baby hatching from an egg. Also Christmas.

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It was quiet on nights like this.

Nothing more than the gentle hum of a magical fire in your cabin, curled snugly in your bed.

But something was missing.

Glancing over at your mantle, you exhaled slowly as your gaze hovered on your wedding photo. Your sweet, beloved husband in all his glory, still so proud. Absolutely beaming, holding you, both of you in the middle of joyous laughter.

Rook and Cater, now famous and incredibly talented photographers, took possibly thousands of photos that day. Of course, Sebek made album after album to make sure every single one fit.

Glancing beside the warm memory rested yet another photo, a beautiful baby snuggly tucked into their nest. Still covered slightly in eggshell from their hatching.

The same baby was curled in a bassinet now beside you, hogging all their blankets and kicking their socks off, but would wake up screaming in a few hours over cold feet.

It was normally nights like this that he would be here, holding you, keeping you and your baby safe as he hummed contently and nuzzled into your back as you cuddled, the warm fae keeping you as close as possible.

But he wasn’t.

The war hit so viciously in the dead of night, stealing the warmth and safety of your village and your husbands arms from you. He had wasted no time moving you to a cabin and drawing his sword to defend his beloved homeland.

The baby huffed for a moment, kicking their tiny feet into the air before settling. Luckily, no screaming followed. Sevens knew the baby most certainly inherited their voice from Sebek.

You glanced at your precious letters, all taped lovingly around the room for your comfort. Words of love and of promise, but you focused on the most recent one.

Hello, my love

Greetings from the battlefield. General Vanrouge has moved in to secure the fort and as his right hand, I have been busy. The war on humans changed not my love and adoration for you; my beloved. The royals do not fault me, for they have seen how deeply our love flows and know you are loyal. King Malleus adores you, nearly as much as I.

I fear instead of many pages of my declarations of love, this shall be only one page. The battles rage on like fire in the night, and with the borders being reclaimed. I have been informed of our newest task. Should our enemies fall, I will be home in time for our holidays.

Isn’t that wonderful, my love? Soon we shall embrace, I hope, once this war is won. How deeply I do love you, my gem. By the time this letter finds you, the next one should follow in swift pursuit. I love you always.

Your loving husband,

Sebek Zigvolt

The bells chiming signaled you to snap out of reading the letter again to glance at the clock. One in the morning….Christmas Eve. Discreetly, you had wished on stars for Sebek to return to you. Perhaps they hadn’t heard you, or chose to ignore you.

…At least that’s what you thought, until a gentle knocking rapped on the door. Standing and grabbing Sebeks spare wand (they didn’t need to know you didn’t have magic if it was an intruder - you could scare them off) You swiftly opened the door and…

Sebek.

Sebek stood there, in his knightly armor, smiling at you as you dropped his wand. Swiftly he was hugging you, nuzzling into your hair.

“Happy holidays, my love.”

#twst sebek #sebek zigvolt #sebek x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #diasomnia #self indulgent #help