#lover's spat my beloved . . .

[igotanidea]

Too much : Anthony Bridgerton x reader

Request: yes! Anthony and his wife having an argument.

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„My lord.”

One of Bridgertons’ most trusted servant knocked on the door of his office and was bold enough to enter inside without invitation.

„I specifically told everyone to not disturb me.” Anthony muttered, not giving his man more than a grunt of annoyance.

Viscount’s sudden change of attitude has been the talk of the whole house lately. After months of sweetness and caring and love between him and his beloved wife Lady Y/N Bridgerton of house Y/H/N something has switched.

For worse.

Man of the house has became distant (again), leaving his wife to tend to herself. Suddenly, his duties, his visits to the sibling’s, social activities (which was a synonim of spending hours at gentleman’s club) and travels to the other parts of the kingdom (seemingly to inspect the state of assets) took most of, if not whole of his time.

Everyone’s noticed.

And even without the viscount and his wife ending up on lady Whistledown’s latest brochure.

But truthfully with lord Bridgerton’s stubborn nature and finality there wasn’t much anyone could do, even considering all the sympathy for his young wife.

„I’m afraid you have a very important visit my lord.”

„Just tell whoever it is, that I’m not taking visits at the moment.”

„My lord -”

„Thomson, did you not hear what I said?” finally Anthony raised his gaze on the poor servant.

„It’s the viscountess, my lord.” the other man stuttered.

‘My mother?”

„Your wife, sir.”

„Oh, right....” of course, now Y/N was the viscountess, but somehow it was easy to forget she has been holding that title.

„Shall I - shall I tell the lady to come back another-?”

„No. No I’ll see my wife now.” Anthony sighed and since there was no other word from him the butler froze, unsure of how to behave „Well? Let her in, will you?” there was the annoyance again.

The door was opened and there she was.

Y/N. In all her glory, looking beautiful as always, wearing that dress that always took Anthony;s breath away since she nearly glowed while walking. Her smile did not even falter for a second as she nodded to the servant in a silent acknowledgement, but her eyes were cold and sad, uncovering she hasn’t in fact been well lately. Regardless of the rumours, allegations that the viscount stopped loving her after no more than a year since marriage and got himself a lover (please don’t let it be Sienna all over) she held her head high and kept the appearances. No one had to know that the cheerful, graceful viscountess Bridgerton were spending her nights alone in a cold marriage bed, tossing, turning, tormenting herself with thoughts and longing for the embrace of the man she loved with all her heart.

‘Husband.” she said calmly once the door closed behind her, leaving her just standing in front of him awkwardly.

„Wife.”

„I didn’t have the faintest idea I do need to announce my visit in advance. I shall correct that mistake in the future if that’s your wish my lord.”

„Is there any specific reason of why you’re here Y/N?”

„Is my presence here this disturbing to you my lord?”

The scribbling on the paper was the only answer she got and it finally broke all her inhibitions and pretences.

"Anthony!"

"What?" he snapped looking up at her from the pile of documents on his desk.

"Talk to me!"

"I'm busy!"

"And I'm lonely! You've been spending time with Benedict and Colin and Daphne and your siblings and god knows where else but not me!"

"They are my family, Y/N."

"I am your family! This is not what your mother-"

"Don’t you dare-" he stood up abruptly almost tripping the chair, throwing daggers at her. "Don't you dare say a word about my mother!"

Now that's a drama the whole household heard.

„Your mother-” she tried again, this time more sternly taking one step forward „showed me nothing but kindness. Your whole family showed me nothing but kindness. All of them. Except-”

„Don’t finish it.” he warned but it came much more like a spat.

„-you.”

„Well I didn’t force you to marry me!”

The silence that fell between them after that one sentence was deafening. Nothing has ever hurt Y/N this much in her entire life. Never before Anthony has let himself say such cruel words in the moment of weakness and anger. All because he felt too much, because he needed and loved her too much.

„No.” she said with a tiny voice, her face going as pale as the wall behind her. „no, you didn’t force me. Not sure if you didn't do it to yourself.”

‘Y/N....” Anthony took a step towards her reaching his hand in a poor attempt to form a word that would remedy the situation, help him explain himself and bring her some comfort. „I didn’t mean-”

„I’m sorry I’ve seemingly ruined your life, my lord.”

„That is not-”

„Please accept my deepest condolences and apologies for ruining your blooming love life with that actress you knew. Know. Shall you remind me her name?”

„Y/N!” he shouted in pure desperation.

„Her name, Anthony!” now she was using her noble voice, leaving no word for discussion even to the viscount.

„No.”

„Sienna.” Y/N hissed through clenched teeth, her behaviour far from lady-like. „That’s her name isn’t it? Sienna?”

„You can’t help but remind me of the past mistakes, don’t you, my lady?” her husband  growled turning her back to her not wanting to see her face anymore. „You’re the one I vowed to.”

‘Forcefully, apparently. Maybe the only mistake you made was letting me walk the aisle and taking my hand while saying I do.”

„Maybe it was! Maybe I didn’t give enough thought to it! Perhaps I didn’t consider that seeing you every day, walking the rooms of my house, using the title of my wife, naming yourself viscountess Bridgerton will be too much to bare to my heart!”

What Anthony did not consider at that moment was that Y/N would take it way differently than he intended.

He was merely thinking that it was too much too handle cause he was not used to being so attached, so dependant, so - well,forgive me the word - needy. Of her, her touch, her words, her presence, her everything. Hence the distant he put between him and his wife. Perverse nature made him run away before loosing her.

Ironically, causing her to turn away, barely holding back tears, instead of falling into his arms. (such a surprise, right?)

„Forgive me my lord, for keeping your mind occupied with my humble person for too long. I am but nothing if not a modest woman, unworthy of the attention of the viscount.”

Oh god, what did he do...?

„You are -”

„Below you. Obviously. Perhaps I should have considered your coldness and self-isolation as well. I don’t -” she gulped „I don’t understand what happened to you, Anthony.”

„I-” as pathetic as that was her husband was trying to explain himself to her.

„Feelings overwhelm you Anthony.” that was something he could not disagree with „Now, my lord, if you’ll excuse me, I shall leave, since as you said - you’re busy and I clearly bring you this much displeasure. I shall not bother you again any time soon.”

Before he could stop her Y/N bowed to him in a way more formal and distant way Anthony would wish for, and simply walked away. Leaving him frozen, desperate and broken with the urge to run after her, apologise and reason with that fiery woman who always knew how to make his blood boil. He wanted to hold her, love her and whisper sweet nothings into her ear while feeling her in the most intimate way a man and a wife could ever be together.

But did nothing while she disappeared behind the door.

„Prepare my carriage” she  commanded the first servant that came her way.

„Yes, my lady, may I ask to what destination?”

„I’m going to visit my sister-in-law.”

„Certainly lady Briderton. It’ll be ready for you.”

„And not a word of it to my husband.”

„But my lady -”

‘Not a single word. This is an order, not a request.”

She needed a word with the only person who could possibly understand.

part 2 possible... (I think ;) )

edit: not enough

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[13rurururi]

♥︎ "my boyfriend is a two-faced liar" (geto suguru x reader)

To an outsider, Suguru seems like the most gentle and doting boyfriend. Little do they know, he's quite the rough brat-tamer behind closed doors, and you're left to handle his harsh punishments like the good girl you are.

pairing: Geto Suguru x Female! Reader

cw/s: 18+, degradation, dirty talk, pussy slapping, vaginal sex, fingering, mirror sex, suguru is possessive, dom! suguru, sub! reader, cockwarming, nicknames (princess & baby), etc.

a/n: everyone is aged-up

Suguru is the sweetest boyfriend.

You are merrily walking side-by-side in the boisterous streets of Shibuya. Bashfully, he gingerly clasps his hand on yours, keeping you snuggled right beside him. He treats you to your favorite meals and buys you numerous gifts in your beloved date spots — cafés, parks, and shopping malls — all the while taking pictures of your giddy, smiling face.

He nuzzles his face on the crown of your head and softly kisses your cheeks 'til they're blushing red. He offers you his jacket when you feel cold, and he laughs heartily at how it loosely drapes around your adorable figure.

When the sun prepares to set, he walks you home, letting you blabber and giggle about anything on your mind. He's a good listener, and you feel truly loved by your dearest Suguru.

As you near your house, however, the softness of his eyes gradually dissipates into a darkening stare. You feel yourself shrink under the intensity of his perusal, and your words falter until it's silent. You're at the entrance of your home, and Suguru doesn't bid you goodbye; instead, he towers over your figure, firmly grabbing your waist under his jacket that flutters around your frame.

He doesn't bid you goodbye — instead, he hoists you up his shoulder and brings you to your bedroom without uttering a word.

After all, Suguru is a two-faced bastard.

Now, as you limply flail over his broad shoulder, he mercilessly trails his cold fingers up-and-down your inner thighs, purposefully ghosting a thumb over your aching pool of arousal.

"You think you can just flirt with anyone like a whore, huh?" With his harshly spat words came a whine-inducing slap on your ass, eliciting a broken whimper from your parted lips. He carries you with ease, as if you weighed nothing to his well-trained, muscular form. Without missing a beat, Suguru pins you down on your bed, nearly burying you in your thick duvet.

"I wasn't flirting! He—he asked me for directions, that's all—" Your attempt at explaining yourself to your agitated lover is interrupted by two thick fingers shoved into your mouth, making you uncontrollably salivate on Suguru's rough digits.

"You could've ignored him, but you talked to him like a slut desperate to get all her holes stuffed full," he berates you in a deep rumble, keeping his fingers in your gurgling mouth despite your desperate effort to move his burly arm. On instinct, you feel your jaw clamp down on your boyfriend's fingers, making him faintly yelp at the prick of your teeth on his skin.

Realizing what you have done, you gape at Suguru with a frantic look in your widened eyes. "Suguru, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

Rip!

The resounding tear of your dress envelops the room, and you feel goosebumps travel across your bare skin — both from the cool air and the sharp, lust-filled glower of your boyfriend's eyes.

Geto takes a step away from the bed, taking a moment to admire your depraved, squirming figure. You didn't wear any underwear; after all, he had requested (borderline demanded) you to do so, and who are you to deny your sweet, sweet lover?

Feeling a vulnerable coolness prick at your bare skin, you cross your legs together as you clumsily try to shield your perky nipples with Suguru's jacket that you're still sporting. Geto dives back into your bed, his sudden weight causing you to lightly jump and jiggle in all the right places.

Fuck, he's getting so hard. He'd usually succumb to your sensual whimpers, but his pretty girl needs to pay for her mistakes. He releases a huff of air through his nostrils as he latches his palms onto your bare midriff, repositioning you to sit on his lap with your back against his sculpted chest.

Spreading your legs in a torturously slow manner, you feel his lips subtly move against your ear as he gravelly mutters, "You know who you belong to, right?"

Your whimper is cut short by him twisting his figure to directly face both your bodies towards a full-length mirror near your bedside table. Such a mirror is an essential prop to multiple cute couple selfies you make Suguru take with you.

You recall taking a romantic picture with him just this morning prior to your date. In the photo, you were carelessly leaning on his well-defined chest while Suguru snaked a strong arm around your waist — both of your faces were alight in joy and evident infatuation for one another. It's your favorite portrait taken with him yet.

Now, as you tearily gaze at your wet, bare cunt spread wide open by your supposedly gentle lover's calloused fingers, you realize that your innocent mirror may soon become tainted by your boyfriend's darker desires. You have no time to ponder further, for Suguru hastily buries two digits deep into your squelching pussy.

Instantaneously, your moans begin to penetrate the sex-filled air, urging Suguru to move his digits quicker. His motions are fluid, precise, and merciless as he manages to hit the spot that makes you arch your body in pure bliss.

Grabbing your chin with one hand, he forces your gaze back to your sinful caricature in the mirror. He relentlessly pumps his fingers in-and-out of your tight hole, coating your slit and sensitive clit with a thin sheen of your wetness.

"My slut — you're my slut, my pretty little cumdump," he gruffly mutters from behind you as he suddenly ceases his ministrations, entirely removing his coated digits from inside you.

The abrupt loss of stimulation made you wiggle on his lap, begging for relief in a shrill, blissed-out voice. "Suguru, please touch me!"

The last intonation of your desperate plea is unconsciously relayed in a scream when Geto roughly brings his palm down on your sobbing pussy, slapping you into a flutter of pain and hedonism.

"Nngh! Mmh!" You're left with no ounce of coherence as Suguru continuously strikes your sensitive pussy lips in a consistent and devilishly harmonious tempo. Your euphoric melody accompanies each slap, slap, slap perfectly — together, you compose a depraved symphony that Suguru regards as his favorite tune.

Soon, Suguru grows satisfied with your obscene reflection on the now-corrupted looking glass. He nudges your limp head to urge you to see, and you can't help but lightly twitch in building arousal at your state: your legs are wide open and limp across your boyfriend's lap; your pussy is fully exposed, revealing a mess of reddish skin and glistening cum; finally, you look at your lover's face on the reflection — the lustful haze is yet to clear, and you know he still has plans for you.

"Think you deserve my cock now, baby?"

The dark undertone of his usually calm voice makes you swallow your anxious anticipation. Tilting your head to face him, you gingerly peck his cheek in an unspoken submission; and you stare into his eyes with a look you know makes him relent and tirelessly please you all night.

"Can I please have your cock, Suguru?"

Blinking your eyes in innocent seduction, you drag your fingers across his clothed chest, trailing down to unbutton his dress shirt. You stop your movements right above your boyfriend's throbbing member, unlatching the buttons of his pants, which makes Suguru shakily sigh in short-lived relief.

"Please, Suguru?"

With a low groan, Suguru maneuvers your frame to face him, sitting you down on his erect cock. He makes you shed off your remaining garments — his jacket — and gives you the illusion of control as he sits back and watches you remove his clothes with clammy fingers.

Your fleeting sense of boldness disperses into air once the two of you are entirely bare. Your sudden shyness makes Suguru chuckle at you mockingly, and he runs his rough palms from your hips to your breasts, toying with your pert nipples by pinching them with his thumb and index finger.

You instinctively rub your body against his in response, yearning to be wholly engulfed by his warmth. Seeing you so desperate in your lewd display, Suguru decides to give you just that.

"Then take all of it, princess."

Wrapping his hands around your arched waist, he hovers your sopping cunt right above his fully-erect cock, and as if you were his ragdoll to play with, he brings you down on his entire length without an ounce of warning.

An explosion of sensual moans, breaths, and the beat of skin-on-skin permeates your bedroom. You ground yourself by latching your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his loose man-bun. You occasionally tug his locks, and such an action makes him release a short, pitched moan that only heightens your excitement.

Suguru watches your connecting bodies with dilated pupils, his movements slowly becoming sloppier with your gradual approach to release.

"You're fucking sucking me in, baby," his breathy words of humiliation make you subconsciously squeeze his length even more. "You're so damn cock-hungry for me, huh? Only for me, right?"

You rapidly nod to appease your boyfriend, for you feel as if you have been stripped of all sense due to the overflowing pulse of pleasure coursing through your veins. Geto's cock stuffs you full with each thrust, and his ruddy head manages to hit your g-spot each time. Your warm walls twitch when his cock leaves you, only to cry out in a painful stretch when he enters you in the next beat.

You feel Suguru's fingers slip from your waist — either due to a layer of sweat or his approaching climax — and you press your lips together to muffle a particularly loud whine when he circles a finger on your bulging clit. The combined actions of your surprisingly impatient lover accelerate your build-up to release. Then, suddenly—

"Suguru!" Your shrill yelp of pleasure indicates the arrival of your climax, and it was romantically simultaneous with Suguru's own release. Your vision blurs and is momentarily overtaken by a bright light before you regain consciousness once again.

Panting and grunting faintly, he sits you down on his half-hardened length. To your surprised contentment, he brings you closer to him as he fully embraces your limp and sensitive frame, sensually kissing your forehead.

You still need to get used to Suguru's abrupt switches from a sweet and loving boyfriend to a domineering bastard that leaves you fucked senseless, and vice versa.

Regardless, you embrace him as well, and you hum in hazy satisfaction when he rubs gentle circles on your lower back. You know you'll spend the rest of the evening cock-warming him as he listens to your hushed stories. If you're lucky, you may get him to share some of his tales, as well.

In the end, your boyfriend Suguru truly is a two-faced bastard; however, your exciting days of eruptive pleasure always end in tender kisses and embraces.

"I love you," he whispers in your ear, and it feels like the universe silences itself to make way for his meaningful declaration.

Truly, you wouldn't want it any other way.

a/n: Here I am once again with Suguru brainrot. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this one — he's such a complex character, you know? Reblogs and notes would be appreciated! ☆

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[shanniethewr]

in loving arms

summary: men are cruel as they disgustingly label women lower than them. as unfortunate as it may seem, you fortunately have your dearest who proves that he's not as low as the vile creatures.

warnings: boys being disgusting, harassment, past toxic relationships, sexual harassment, name-calling (slut, whore), swearing, assault, mentions of violence, lowkey ooc

characters: albedo, cyno, kazuha, lyney, and tighnari gn!reader but implied having feminine items such as a purse lowercase intended + not proofread

ALBEDO

traversing through mondstadt was another mundane routine for you, helping the citizens with their troubles and whatnot. fortunately, things had been far more peaceful ever since the traveler had came and gave leeway for peace in the city of freedom.

but that didn't mean horrid things would suddenly stop overnight. oh no, definitely not. because the least you expected was to find yourself in a vacant room in the favonious headquarters, surrounded by what people call the knights.

"heh. you know you shouldn't be walking around with those skimpy clothes you got, looking like a slut." you cringed, feeling a shiver down your spine as you stepped backward from the nearing hand.

"you're absolutely disgusting. how the hell have you become a knight with that filthy attitude? archons, i feel truly disappointed for your parents." you spat with venom in your tone, the consequence for that was angering the knight.

"a feisty one, hah?" he grinned with a sickening feeling, and his hands soon laid on your body, groping in places it shouldn't be. "stop it!" you yelled, thrashing around, attempting to pull the man away. you were no fighter, and that was obvious.

you felt nauseous, you couldn't even comprehend the words that were being said. you just wanted to go see albedo, why must the world play and pull on the strings of your life?

"to think such behavior was conducted in the headquarters filled with people who's desires are to protect the people, not to harass them... truly disappointing." a familiar voice, the speech was relaxed, if not, unfazed. however, there was a tone of hostility, dripping with poison.

albedo, whose eyes are glimmering with disgust and anger, a contrast to his gentle and calm expression. "c-chief alchemist!" you took the opportunity to slip away, quick to get to albedo's side and taking his hand in yours, an attempt of comforting yourself and to soothe the chalk prince's anger.

"i'm sorry my dear, have i not been caught up with affairs, this wouldn't have happened." albedo said, eyes softening when meeting with yours, lips on your forehead as you relished in his calming presence. "you can go wait outside, i'll just deal with some unnecessary variables."

ushered to exit the room, you saw nothing, but you sure did hear the sound of a fist meeting with a face along with the cries of the knight begging for forgiveness.

CYNO

being a scholar in the akademiya and the rumored beloved of the general mahamatra was not a peaceful matter as you thought of it before. fortunately, it had its perks, the downside was that some people just forget about it.

"c'mon baby, let's just forget the past and move on, 'kay?" the man, boy, you used to call your lover has been invading your personal privacy and has been continuously annoying you about it.

'how the hell did he even find me...' you thought, gritting your fists as you stood up from your seat, being agitated for far too long. "hey! don't ignore me babe!"

exiting lambad's tavern, the night sky of sumeru looks down upon your figure along with the radiant stars. the scenery would be perfect for a romantic and dreamy moment, but unfortunately, an irritating being is stuck to you like a leech, having no intention of letting go.

"can you fucking stop!?" you yelled after the constant annoyance of the presence following you for archons knows how long, stunning your ex, standing in shock at your sudden outburst. "there's no future for the two of us! if you wanted one, you should've treated me like the way you want to be treated! i will never go back to the likes of you again."

"is that how you treat me? after i took care and loved you for so long!?" that was all you needed to snap, as the loud sound of a slap was heard echoing in the quiet, empty streets of sumeru.

"took care of me!? what the hell are you talking about you bastard!? i was the one who did all of your unfinished works and projects, i was the one making money!! you, you ungrateful bastard always took the savings i had just to buy some useless pair of jewelry only to find out you were giving it to some other girl!"

tears brimmed your eyes as you felt your throat becoming hoarse after every second of yelling at the awful man in front of you. archons, you just wanted to have a peaceful drink at a tavern, not to meet the person you hated the most.

because damn, he was acting like a fucking weed.

"hah!? you're really starting to become more disobedient now, talking back to me." you yelped in pain as he pulled on your hair, kneeing your stomach as you coughed in pain.

"where's your lover now, huh? don't tell me all of those rumors were fake." he chuckled evilly as you sob from the pain.

and everything went like a blur, you heard your ex howling in pain along with the sounds of bones being broken. not soon after, you were cradled in strong arms against a sturdy chest, the very action soothed your pain and worries.

"you weren't home my love, don't worry, i'm here now, i won't let anything bother you from now on." cyno's stern yet gentle voice brought you to reality as you melted in his embrace.

cyno's amber eyes soon turned into the eyes of a predator eyeing its prey, a frown on his lips, one of anger. "and as for you. i recommend you not to bother them anymore, less you want to be enclosed behind cold bars, feel free to take up the offer anytime."

your ex panicked, taking off in fear. your lover huffed, soon carrying you in his sturdy arms. "sorry cyno, for.. making you worry." you quietly stated against his chest as he remained quiet for a few moments before speaking.

"please, don't. it's my duty to make sure you're safe and loved, so no matter what, i trust that you will rely on me in times of need."

KAZUHA

you leisurely walked into the streets of inazuma, enjoying the taste of freedom after the sakoku decree was abolished, there was a new upbeat in the city and the people were thriving.

that was only a few minutes ago, until you found yourself in a quiet alleyway with a weird man cornering you. "you shouldn't have gone walking around like that, you filthy whore, that desperate for attention?"

there wasn't anything special about your clothes, a typical inazuman outfit with a few alterations thanks to your dear friend, ayaka, who told the seamstress to add a few decorations, claiming it would brighten your beauty more.

"you creep. just because the sakoku decree was abolished, that doesn't mean you can just waltz in and start sexualizing our cultural outfit! have you not heard of respect!?" you countered, glaring at the man as your grip on your purse tightened, you should've asked kazuha for some martial lessons at the very least.

"but i can do whatever the hell i want. it's your fault for wearing those clothes." his hand was on your shoulder, attempting to pull down the sleeves as you thrashed your arms around.

"NO! STOP IT!" you hated this, you wanted to run, scream. but how could you do that when you're pinned against the wall as the man was grinning evilly? you prayed for the archons to at least save you from this moment.

and fortunately enough, your prayers were answered.

"attempting to sexually assault on an unwilling individual, much less my beloved, you've inclined me to do worse than having you rot behind the bars of inazuma." a voice so gentle yet cold and stern, kazuha spoke, hands gripped into a fist, "who the hell are you!?"

"just a wanderer passing by. now, if you'd allow me..." the samurai was quick to act on his feet, punching the stranger, causing him to falter and fall to his knees. kazuha immediately embraced you in his loving arms, lightly combing his fingers through your locks in hopes of soothing your shaking figure as he hid your partially clothed body from anyone's eyes.

"i'm sorry for taking so long, my dove. from now on, i swear on my name to never let you experience such things again. i will be your sword and i will protect you until death does us part."

LYNEY

the quiet atmosphere of the backstage was what you needed after a tiring night of endless cheering for your lover's and his sister's performance. undoubtedly, their performance was always pristine and beautiful, like always.

most of the staff had already packed away and home they went, for sleep had fallen among most of the people in fontaine. you were simply waiting for lyney as promised, claiming he had to go finish a quick task, leaving you alone in the empty opera.

the least you expected was to find yourself on the floor with a man you feared, on top of you with a terrifying grin on his lips. he has your hands pinned above your head as you weakly kick your legs around, only for it to be held down with his legs.

"i never expected you to wait like an obedient puppy for a man other than me! i think you deserve to be punished, i mean, come on, cheating already when we're just taking a break?"

you gritted your teeth in agitation, "the hell do you mean break? we broke up years ago! who the hell said we're still together?" you spat, glaring hard against the man on top of you.

"is that so? then i have no choice but to force you, it's your fault for doing this to me. if only you could've acted like you would with that filthy magician." a blade, seemingly out of nowhere was in his possession, lightly pressing it against your cheek as your breath hitched.

"knock it off!" you yelled, thrashing your limbs around as the man let out a disgusting laugh, enjoying the suffering he was putting you through.

"trespassing in the backstage is not something for audiences like you, especially when you dare to attack mon trésor, is something that i will not let go of lightly regardless of the circumstances." lyney said, his charming smile was seen yet his aura was the contrast of the magician lyney. he is upset, in the sense of madness.

"hah! what can you even do? throw cards at me?" the man chortled, you however, were subtly trying to escape from his grasp which lyney noticed. with a snap of his fingers, you found yourself in the arms of the one you dearly loved. "what!?"

"oh, i'll do something far worse than that. you see, i've been wanting to test out a new magic trick, one where they saw and tear through your limbs. your actions today demonstrated that you're the perfect candidate for such a terrific trick!" lyney's voice was coated in venom, his eyes glared with the intention to do something to the man.

you heard only bits and parts, as his hands were over your eyes and ears, embracing you closer to him as a gesture that you were safe with him. that was a pure and pristine fact, as the magician lyney would filter his words about you with nothing but truths.

"let the show begin! ah, but before that, mon trésor, please wait outside for a while. don't worry, i promise not to make you wait for too long, and i will make sure i will protect you as it is my duty as your lover to do so."

TIGHNARI

a visit to gandharva ville was a normal weekly routine for you, as you had a busy job, and so did your partner, tighnari. but that didn't stop the two of you to express your love to one another each weekly visit.

you were patiently waiting for him at an empty hut, quietly indulging in the music of nature as you sipped on your favorite drink that collei knew all too well, having it prepared before your arrival.

"oh hey! look who it is, it's been a while, old friend." one of your former scholars from the akademiya said, taking a seat in front of you as you smiled, "you as well. how are you fairing lately?"

"same old, same old. how about you? i heard you've gotten a partner recently." you nodded in response, "yup! he's actually—" "he must be lucky, huh?"

you went silent, a shiver crawling down your spine, and you knew something wasn't right. "what do you mean?" "well, you know, you've always been a heavy sleeper. i could've done anything to you and you wouldn't even wake up or even know about it."

"but it's not surprising if he'd already done that to you. i mean, even arjurn and daksh wanted to do you but they never got a chance. gotta give them one in the future, right?" he laughed as if he was just talking about the weather while you were shocked, disgusted even.

"please leave," you stated, glaring hard at the person you once thought as a friend in front of you, only for him to wolf whistle in return. "feisty huh?"

his hand wandered under the table and found itself on your thighs, causing you to flinch and stand up abruptly. "if you're here just to make disgusting comments about me and my partner, leave! you are not needed here."

"come on sweetheart, that can't do. besides, he doesn't need to know what'll happen between us." standing up, you found yourself defensively taking a step back from the awful creature in front of you.

"stop it. leave! i don't need you or your disgusting presence in this room, right now! if you won't leave, then i have no choice to report you to the chief officer of the forest rangers."

"then, let's just make this quick, alright? just—"

"they said to leave. you have made a trespassed against a very dangerous territory sir, with that filthy behavior, you are officially never welcomed in gandharva ville again." tighnari spoke from behind, his galre hard as his voice remained cold and ruthlessly.

making a beeline towards tighnari, you found yourself in his embrace along with his sweet gesture of a forehead kiss. "you dare to force my partner into something they were unwilling to do, have i seen them being harassed and forced into the act, i will not act as merciful as i did today."

"so please. leave, before i make your consequence harsher than it is. if you dare to go near to my lotus again, i am not afraid to make a hole in that head of yours."

— © wr.shannie created on 8.26.23 finished on 8.27.23

do NOT copy or plagiarize my work!!

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #reader insert #xreader #gender neutral reader #albedo x reader #cyno x reader #lyney x reader #kazuha x reader #tighnari x reader #albedo #cyno #lyney #kazuha #tighnari #genshin scenarios #genshin imagines

[heartfullofleeches]

emperor and spouse overhear clown!reader, and assassin talking about a future together, like marriage, having or adopting kids, moving away or just out of the castle, etc,,?

"This place seems good right? Enough space for all all my pins and dolls, and a lake in the backyard where we can have picnics." A hand squeezes your palm. "Don't worry, there's enough room for all your knives.

Another squeeze. You shake your head, bells sewn into your hat ringing. "No you can't dump bodies in the lake. What if we want to go swimming?"

.... Their hand tightens once more, softer this time. You hook an arm around the assassin, smiling as you dip your head to their shoulder.

"I love you too."

Content with your current arrangement, the assassin leans against the garden wall; happiness grounded in the tiny peck you give their masked face. Your relationship hasn't even gone by a year, but the love you bare is tangible by all and growth as a pair unmeasured. A growth so prominent you've outgrown your days behind the castle walls and ready for the next chapter of your life spent with your beloved in a home of your own.

"I know you aren't fond of children, but how about pets."

The assassin holds up two fingers, flexing them.

"Hmmm, a rabbit?" A nod confirms your query. "How cute! We can have a whole farm. Do you think fur safe paint exists?"

You babble on with your partner, at least one of you unaware of the two hiding across the field. The emperor hides behind the entrance wall with his spouse close behind. They claimed to just be passing by, but the broken glass on the floor told another tale. The emperor was unable to bottle up his anger as easily, and spat hush curses at your love, and all the other twists of fate that led to this tragic timeline.

Being promised to someone else so early in life. That someone hiring a mercenary to take your head out of jealousy, only for both parties to fall for you along the way. His failure to get rid of them. What could he have possibly done in a past life for this to happen to him? He may not have been a fair ruler, but all of his actions went towards building a perfect life for you - and now the structure of those dreams was being ripped away.

"What we have so far is good, but we'll still need to figure out how often I'll be coming back to the castle. I can't leave my best friend all alone here, or somebody'll lose their head."

The assassin's body stiffens as the emperor's fills with new vigor. It was a small victory, but still an achievement in most books. It warmed his heart to know you'd always be by his side, even if not in the way he wants. Who knows? This is only talk afterall. He could probably get in your ear and find some reason to get you to stay. Possibly in the form of your lover's tragic demise.

The assassin's grip on you makes it clear they aren't letting you go anytime soon. A truth not even death could spoil.

#Jester reader #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere blurb #male yandere #yandere insert #yandere emperor #Yandere assassin #yandere drabble #yandere x y/n

[pauking5]

Addicting Taste

Synopsis: Enishi Yukishiro was on a mission to execute his piece de la resistance. A plan to avenge his beloved sister. Until you showed up. Will you be a part of his downfall or will you try to save him?

Pairing: Enishi Yukishiro x reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, sunshine and sunshine protector, slow burn, a lot of fluff (later chapters), occasional smut

Words: 3k +

A/N: I couldn’t hold back anymore and had to make a fic for Enishi. It won’t exactly follow the Rurouni Kenshin timeline for now but it will later develop into it. This is the first chapter in the series with more chapters coming. It is a reader insert as I couldn’t help but indulge myself in it completely. Powered by Mackenyu’s outstanding portrayal of Enishi’s character in Rurouni Kenshin: The Final, I hereby present you a story ripped from the figments of my mind. I hope you’ll love their story as much as I do. Enjoy lovelies, Paula.

Also thank you @eureka-its-zico for supporting me with this and getting me writing again 🫶

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“Just how stupid are you?”

A loud smack echoed in the room.

“You thought you could just get away with it?”

Another heavy punch collided with his face making him drop to his knees.

“You’re a fool.”

An uppercut dug under his chin throwing him backwards. The force of the blow made blood pool in his mouth and he spat it out through clenched teeth. The man standing tall before him left his face full of cuts and bruises. But that was the least of Enishi’s worries right now.

Many months were spent tracking down the biggest shipment of weapons set to leave Shanghai for Kanagawa. Enishi’s men were supposed to rob the storage by the docks tonight before the ship set sail in the morning. But it turned out to be a harder task than it was intended to be.

The mission encountered several problems and it was nothing short of a total fail. It was also what led to his current position with his hands tied roughly behind his back, on the floor of the most secure precinct in Shanghai.

A few hours ago

“These dumplings are amazing,” you sighed happily while munching on three baozi dumplings at once.

The lady vendor grimaced at your manners. You were practically inhaling the soft dough in your hands like a grizzly bear. Leftover crumbs were decorating the edges of your lips. You couldn’t help but forget all about etiquette when the food literally melted in your mouth.

A little boy was walking by with his mother when he caught sight of the dumpling cart. He stopped to look at the steaming dumplings in awe and adoration. But when he saw the way you were devouring the small pastry his face turned to pure disgust.

You were getting slightly annoyed by his staring, so you shot the little boy a threatening look and he started crying, running off somewhere in the depths of the street. His mother regarded you with a condescending look and followed after her child.

“Can you leave before you scare all my clients away?” said the vendor lady, irritated with the fact that you’ve been hogging her cart for the past half an hour.

“Listen lady. I could buy your whole cart if I wanted to. Just let me enjoy these,” you said with your mouth full.

“I’ll be the one leaving then. You might spoil my dough from raising if I stay here any longer,” she said as she started to put away the steaming buns away and gathered all her tools.

“Wait! You can’t just leave.” But by the time you yelled after her she was already gone. There went your only meal for the day. At least it was a nice filling one to last you some time. You patted your stomach in a comforting manner and sighed, turning to go on your own way.

The crisp air of mid-October made its presence known as a breeze blew against the sleeves of your dress making them flutter. Your attire was nothing short of inappropriate for the lingering cold season. The chilly weather made it harder to do any jobs and you weren’t requested as much either. You never knew where your next meal would be coming from most of the time, so you powered through with anything you could find. Though your money was running out you always made sure to keep some aside for your snack cravings.

The once bustling street turned awfully quiet. It was the norm in this part of the city. Vendors were quickly packed away and activity was slowly coming to a halt in the wake of the coming night. Any normal person in these parts would know that being on the streets when the last flicker of daylight disappears wasn’t safe.

Who would want to be out in the dark with the Shanghai mafia having a full blown war with the commander in chief on the streets until the early hours of dawn?

Clutching the rest of your dumplings closer, you made your way down the narrow pathways circling the outskirts of the city. The place you resided in for the time being was just a street down from the docks. It was a modest room at the top of an abandoned jewelry shop, furnished with a desk and a small wardrobe. It was not the comfiest nor the safest place in the world, but it provided a space to roll your futon for the night.

The buns you bought were all different flavours with all kinds of fillings you haven’t tried before. Just thinking of taste testing all of them made your mouth water.

Whilst getting lost in your pastry daydreams, you were shaken back to earth by persistent yelling. As you were making your way further down to the docks, more agitated shouting ensued. The growing commotion piqued your curiosity. It wouldn’t hurt to take a closer look, right? It was in the way anyway.

Inching closer to the edge of the docks entrance you hid behind an abandoned fishing boat supported by empty crates. Tucking your petite form well enough so you wouldn’t be spotted, you looked over it to see what was going on.

Moving your eyes around you counted about twenty masked men. They were frantically rushing in and out of the storage holding cases filled with… guns?

As more of them came out you realised it wasn’t just guns. Long and short range artillery, fuses and all kinds of artisanal bombs. It was like heaven for pyromaniacs. Whatever these guys were planning was nothing short of mass destruction.

“We’ve secured all the weapons, Master,” a shushed voice spoke in Japanese from your right. He came closer to stand just in front of the boat you were using as a hiding spot. He looked about half a person in height. If a wild gust of wind blew his way he would most likely topple over and become dust.

“Good work,” said a deep voice from the left as he approached too. The way he spoke those simple words was enough to make tremors run down your back.

Trying to get a better view of the owner of the voice a tangled mop of white hair entered your vision.

Damn, this guy was long overdue for a haircut.

Trailing your eyes further down you took in his sturdy physique that was outlined through the clothes he was wearing. You could tell he was trained in some kind of martial arts. No one just had heaps of muscles like those. You could easily draw a map of the world between those wide shoulders… Snap out of it, Miyu.

The loud crash of crates rattling to the floor brought you back to reality. You needed to get out of there.

You couldn’t risk getting caught and brought in by the commander in chief. If he wasn’t alerted yet he sure got wind of things by now. That man definitely has mutant senses.

The last thing you needed was them catching wind of your location. You spent so long staying under the radar and now was not the time to advertise your whereabouts.

I am void. I don’t care. I haven’t seen anything.

I am not getting involved with this.

While repeating the mantra several times in your head in order to calm down, you had to figure out a way to sneak out as smoothly as possible without alerting anybody. Especially the strong muscular white mop of hair who hasn’t moved at all from his spot right in front of you.

After a quick scan of your surroundings you came to two choices: going left, straight through the docks and to your hideout located on just the other side; or going right, having to circle around the whole city to get back. It wasn’t hard to figure out which one was safer. You’d rather go around the whole city as many times as you needed if it meant staying away from whatever these people had planned. You just had to wait for the right time to make your way out.

After a while, the two men blocking your view headed towards the rest of their squad. This was your chance. All you had to do was get set, ready and sprint the hell out of there before someone caught you and made you fish food. If only things would play out like that.

In your rush to escape you missed a teeny tiny key detail. The dark brown fishing cord extending from the boat to the empty crates behind you.

You barely made it two steps before your leg tangled in it and you were falling face first to the hard concrete floor, taking the crates with you. The steaming buns you tried so hard to keep close spilled all over the floor in the process. I’m so fucked.

“What was that?” growled one of the goons.

Mophead turned around swiftly and locked eyes with you. Lifting your own gaze from your uncomfortable spot on the floor, you connected it with his. Eyes akin to predators that lurk in the dead of night pierced yours. They screamed murder. The ‘chop you apart for funsies’ kind of murder.

But something about them caught you off guard. The blue hue outlining his pupils. Something about them though eerie and giving you the eebie jeebies was so familiar. Where have I seen these eyes before?

He seemed to be stuck in his own reverie. A tilt of his head signalled his confusion to your presence. You don’t even know how long you were both stuck soul searching each other’s eyes as the deafening sound of gunfire descended down on the docks.

Breaking your staring contest apart you tried to locate where the firing came from. Then it dawned on you. The commander in chief was here.

Mophead set off in your direction to possibly grab you but he only managed to take a step before bullets lined up a few feet in front of him. With a low grunt, he spared you one last look before retreating back to his gang.

The bullets were flying closer and closer to your spot and the intense smell of gun powder filled your nostrils. This was your cue to exit stage.

You got to your feet, saved what was left of your steamed baozi and made a run for it. A few bullets narrowly grazed the ends of your dress but you quickly made it to the safety of a dark alleyway close by. Checking on your precious dumplings you saw most of them were unharmed and let out a breath of relief.

The pounding of guns suddenly stopped and you peered over to the docks from the corner of the alley. Assessing the situation you observed that half of mophead’s party was shot down by the commander’s force. Some of them managed to flee the scene when the firing started, but the rest were caught and put in restraints together with their leader.

Something felt off. Maybe it was the smug look on the commander’s face as he rounded up the thugs. Or the way most of his force came out from what looked like stationed places at the other end of the docks entrance. It almost seemed like they knew mophead and his crew were going to be here tonight.

No way. Was this a set up?

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Back at the precinct

Enishi was fuming. It all went sideways too quickly for his liking. Someone talked and he was going to make sure they weren’t seeing the light of day. Once he made it out of the shithole he was currently held in.

“I’m going to ask you again. Why were you stealing weapons?” asked the commander. He was getting irritated and it showed in the way the veins on his neck strained. But he could press on as much as he wanted. Enishi wasn’t going to give him shit.

“Either you talk or your good for nothing squad will suffer in your place.”

“I don’t give two flying fucks about them,” spat Enishi.

This only earned him another punch to the stomach. The guards who were holding him let him drop to the floor, more blood dripping on the side of his mouth.

“I guess I’ll have to beat it out of you then,” said the commander, cracking his knuckles.

Bracing for the commander’s punishment, his thoughts kept wandering somewhere else. To the girl who was there tonight, hiding behind the boat. He wasn’t stupid. He sensed someone was eavesdropping.

You weren’t supposed to be there. You were a wild variable in his plan that he couldn’t have predicted. A handful of questions swarmed around in his head, but three of them stood out the most.

Why were you there tonight?

Who were you working for?

And where have I seen you before?

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Ten armed guards at the front of the building. Another two securing the entrance from the inside. Five more moving around the halls. None on the top floor. Bingo.

Sliding open the glass window on the roof of the precinct you snuck in. You landed down swiftly, arching your heels to keep you steady. Stealth mode switched on in your head as you carefully inspected your surroundings.

Tightening the grip on your twin Remingtons closer, you advanced to the walls opposite to the railing overlooking the entrance. As you rounded the corners you spotted a staircase going down to what looked like a meeting hall.

Raspy shouting and what resembled the sound of slapping was getting louder as you descended. Someone was either receiving a beating or they were just into kinky shit.

You were on the last three steps when a guard passed by. Straightening up, you glued yourself to the wall, becoming one with the shadow. As he got further away you tilted your head towards the glass ceiling and released a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

This was a terrible idea. What were you even doing here in the first place? This was not your fight. But your conscience convinced you that you were somehow responsible for the unsuccessful outcome of mophead’s mission.

You weren’t supposed to be there tonight. It was just incidental. Your stupid craving for dumplings made you come out of your extremely comfortable refuge and one thing led to another as you found yourself in the middle of crossfire.

Without thinking too much of your bad choices for the day, you geared up to save mophead. You didn’t know why you were going this far for someone you didn’t know. But you felt needed for once in a while and like you finally had a job to do.

There was something else that bothered you about your encounter. The moment mophead locked eyes with you was scorched into your head. Your brain replayed it over and over again for no specific reason until it drove you crazy. Those eyes bugged you to the world’s end. There was something so addicting and familiar to them. But you couldn’t recall where you’ve seen them before no matter how hard you tried.

You needed to find out who this man is. So, like any normal person looking for answers, you went to ask him. As soon as you busted him out of the most secure precinct in Shanghai.

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In the meeting hall

“This would be so much easier if you just talked,” yelled the commander in chief.

“How about… fuck you. Good talk,” said Enishi with a sick grin.

“You son of a—,” the commander was cut off by the sound of shots being fired outside the meeting hall. Suddenly, everything turned quiet. Everyone’s ears perked up listening for what could follow.

A powerful kick thundered against the golden door to the meeting hall that made it come off its hinges and cave in on itself. The door fell with a loud thud and you stepped over it, the click of your heeled boots bouncing off the echo in the room. All eyes were trained on you.

“Who’s ready to have some fun?” you chirped, enthusiastically twirling the guns in your hands.

“Who are you?,” asked the commander in chief.

“Let’s just say I’m someone you don’t want to mess with,” you said confidently.

“You’re just a stupid girl if you think you can just come in here —“

“This stupid girl just took out most of your guards on duty. It will be her utmost pleasure to take you out too,” you said with a smirk.

Enishi was watching the exchange, his head swimming with confusion for the second time tonight.

Just who exactly were you? And why were you crossing paths again?

You first show up as a hindrance to his plan and now you’re here to probably mess up more than you already have. He was also kind of blaming you for the situation he was in at the moment.

At least you proved useful in distracting the guards and the commander so he could work on getting his hands free of the rope tugging at his wrists.

Looking over at mophead you notice he freed himself. You haven’t worked in a team before so you threw him a look asking for guidance on what to do now. What he saw was more of a weird face that kind of creeped him out but he quickly caught onto what you meant.

He wasn’t sure whether to trust you but he didn’t have the luxury to audition for partners right now. So, sending a silent nod your way, you let the fun begin.

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Mophead lunged for the commander in chief while you preoccupied yourself with the five guards in the room. You easily took out the first one by the couch at the side of the room.

Pointing your gun to the next one you pulled the trigger but nothing happened. You tried the other gun receiving the same response. You were left without bullets. Strapping the guns back to your belt you took a fighting stance. Hand to hand combat it is.

The guard lunged at you and your fist connected with his nose. A loud crack was heard and blood started seeping through his hands as he cradled his nose.

“You bitch—,” you cut him off by hooking your leg to the back of his neck, dragging him to the floor.

“Did your mother not teach you how to speak to a lady?”

He got back up and got ready to throw another snarky remark but you wasted no time in shutting him up with a nearby chair. The wooden chair broke to pieces as it made contact with him. Once he fell to the floor motionless you directed your attention at the other three guards. They started circling you from different sides. Showtime.

You let them come at you. The taller one came first, swinging a bat at your head. Ducking successfully to avoid having your head turned into a baseball, you went for a roundhouse kick to his head. He got projected to the other side from the force you put into the move.

The last two attacked you at the same time. One of them had a knife that managed to get a few cuts through the sleeves of your dress as he kept swinging at you recklessly.

“I just got this one,” you huffed disappointedly as you lifted a slashed piece to check the damage.

Getting annoyed with his incessant flailing about, you caught his hand just as the smaller one came from behind you. Kicking back your right leg into the stomach of the smaller one, you got a chance to take the knife throwing it away. You turned and elbowed the knife wielder in the stomach, directing another knee at his ribcage letting him fall flat to the floor. One more to go.

Standing face to face with your last enemy, you spared mophead a quick look. He was struggling with the commander as he was pushed face down on the big wooden desk. He quickly turned and got him into a deadly chokehold.

You didn’t even notice his outerwear was discarded and he was left only in a tank top. His huge biceps were flexing dangerously as he tightened his hold on the commander’s neck. Sweat was piling like rain drops down his arms and you found yourself drooling. You were suddenly digging the white mop of hair.

You were snapped out of your fantasies by the small garden goblin running towards you with a spiked staff.

Do these guys not have one normal weapon on them? Where do they get all this ridiculous stuff from?

You dodged his attacks until he got tired and his swings turned sloppy. Finding an opening you caught the end of the bat with your right hand and turned your left into an uppercut diving it to his chin. The impact was so hard he flipped back and landed in a star shape on the floor.

Just as you were finished with him, mophead finally squeezed the living daylights out of the commander and let him fall splat to the floor.

Sensing the ruckus, the guards from outside started piling up into the hall. You both walked towards each other until you were back to back. In other circumstances you would’ve loved the way your heavy breaths mingled and the way your shoulders shyly grazed each other. But now was not the time.

“Any chance you have a plan to get us out of here?” asked mophead. Guards were surrounding you from all sides and the only way to escape was fighting your way out.

“I’m guessing breaking some more necks wouldn’t hurt,” you replied hastily.

“You take the ones on the right. I take the ones on the left,” he directed.

With another nod you both got into position and watched as the guards descended upon you.

A storm of fists came your way. You tried blocking them as much as you could but five to one was too much to handle without a weapon. Mophead noticed your struggle and quickly tried to get rid of the three bat swingers in front of him. With a low sweep kick to their ankles they all fell over, hitting each other with the bats they were holding.

You were holding onto three bats with all your might, when two guards sneaked behind you ready to deliver a dangerous blow. Enishi intercepted them before they could carry out their plan, catching their arms mid swing and twisting their arms to an inhuman angle.

“Don’t you know it’s bad manners to hit a lady, especially from behind?” he said as they writhed in pain and scrambled to the floor.

You finally managed to throw the three men backwards, taking to delivering a kick to each of them. By the time you were done with them you were breathing heavily. You were a good fighter but your stamina was always holding you back. Mophead seemed to be more trained in that field though as you saw him cutting through the guards with ease.

Another five guards circled both of you.

“Give me a hand,” you said as you ran towards mophead.

He sensed your idea right away. Latching your hand with his you created enough momentum for him to pull you around in a circle to kick down all of the guards. Once you got both feet back on the ground you noticed the secured hand on your waist. Looking up at him you noticed he’s about a head taller than you. Feeling you tense in his hold he quickly dropped his hand from your waist and trained his gaze on the broken down door.

“We have to go before more come.”

“What about your crew? Are you just going to leave them here?”

“They can get out just fine by themselves,” he growled.

And with that he grabbed your hand and you made a run for it.

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[doxypsychlean]

Hi <3

I loved everything you wrote about Aegon. Could you please write some oneshot/headcanons (you decide) in wich Reader is Rhaenyra’s daughter and Aegon always loved her since childhood but they had a enemies to lovers relationship (she is a girl just like Arya/Lyanna personality and is always teasing him). But in episode 8, she is bethroed to Aemond and he needs to say to her his feelings. You can decide the ending, thank you :)

(Sorry my bad english :/)

Quick up 📅 - I kinda forgot abt the part where she's Rhaenyra's kid. It may have slipped my mind as soon as I read Arya's name lol. Anyhoo-

The Wolf And The Dragon

Aegon II Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: Explicit language

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off! Maybe indulge in a battle to the death with your sweet ol' granny. Probably steal your beloved pet.

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/N: It's kinda long ngl, but sickeningly sweet! Oh, yeah. Aegon isn't married to Helaena in this one. For my own sake, she's with her loving husband, Lord Sth-Sth of Sth-Sth. Cheers!

One of her father's men was dragging the young lady through the training grounds as the boys trained with Ser Criston and Ser Harwin. They all stopped to stare at her and the knight. She was biting, scratching and kicking at him.

"What do you care?! Seven Hells, let go!"

The man stopped and grabbed her by her small shoulders. He'd had enough of the little lady's antics for one day. He shook her as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Child, I've been there for all your life, I won't stand to watch you try and get yourself killed." The knight's face was turning red with anger. "You're of one and ten, you can't be walking around the capital without anyone to keep you safe! Do you realize what could have happened?!"

"Fuck. You." The girl hissed as she stomped down on the man's foot and spat in his eyes. She bolted, the man following close behind, while still trying to wipe the spit from his eyes.

"You wild beast, get back here!"

"She truly is a beast..." Aegon whispered to his brother and nephews as they all watched the knight tackle the kid to the ground.

"Ser Karstark, don't you think that's enough!" Harwin yelled out.

"Oh, want to come and deal with this thing yourself, Breakbones? It's not as easy as I make it look." Ser Brennard Karstark choked on his last few words, a small elbow slamming into his neck.

The girl got back on her feet, making a run for it once more.

On the next day, Ser Karstark was dragged the girl in the opposite direction, towards the training grounds this time. He was sporting a big purple bruise on his neck.

"I've told you so many times now, cub. You want to train, fine! I'll teach you! But picking attacking the guards is not the way to do it!"

The little lady only huffed in response as she reached down to her blade. She turned her head to the side, then struck.

Ser Karstark took a step back, the tip of the dagger almost making contact with his face.

"It is customary to wait for your opponent to bear arms before you try and chop his head off, wildling."

"As if anyone would wait for me."

She struck again, the knight dodging once more. Lady Stark circled around her opponent, her small eyes sizing him up.

To everyone's shock, the knight actually swung at her with his sword. The girl fell to the side as she rolled over, her silk tunic now covered in dirt.

"Good, good!" The knight nodded before he swung sideways.

She lowered her head, the blade of his sword passing right above it.

"Don't stay close to the ground for too long, cub..." Brennard warned as his took ahold of his sword with both hands. "The enemy will catch up on it eventually. And maybe do this!"

He yelled out as he put his whole strength into trying to lodge the sword into the girl's skull. She got back up. Her dagger was quick to find its target, slicing the knight's hand open.

Brennard looked at the blood that was spilling out of his hand, then at her.

"You play dirty, girl..."

"I do not wish to fight with honor when I can just do this."

Her small fist was now aiming for Brennard's nose. He let go of his sword, leaving it to stand there with the tip lodged into the ground below their feet. He caught her small hand by the wrist and punched her instead. The girl fell on her back, head slamming into the ground.

"Karstark!" Both Criston and Harwin yelled out, making their way towards the student and her teacher.

"Stand back! She wants to fight, so she'll fight!" Brennard yelled in return."Get up!"

Lady Stark jumped to her feet, eyes narrowing as she wiped the blood from her mouth. She used the moment to tackle her opponent to the ground.

"Finish the job." Brennard whispered to the child. "Do not let your enemies walk away. Do it!"

The girl's fingers found their way around the dagger that was hanging on the knight's side. She pulled it out and put it to his throat. The child was smiling down at him, eyes glowing.

"I win?"

Brennard laughed out as his hand ruffled through the short locks of hair on her head.

"You win! We'll make a fine soldier out of you, you'll see."

The two got up, each sporting a warm smile.

"Ya promise?"

Brennard nodded his head.

"But your training is not over yet." He turned to look at the two knights that stood close behind him. "We've seen you can tackle a grown man down to the dirt, but how will you manage with someone closer to your age and speed? Perhaps you should go against one of the young princes?"

Criston nodded. Him and Harwin went back to the boys.

"Prince Aegon against lady Stark then." He said as he motioned for the boy to take a step forward.

Aegon didn't move an inch towards the younger girl that was now staring at him with a devilish grin on her face. She scared him. She fought dirty and wasn't scared to take a blow to the face, even when it came from a grown man that was thrice her size. The girl didn't stand above stealing her enemy's weapon and using it against them either. On the contrary, if it were a real threat in front of her, she would have sliced the man's throat. The young prince realized everything he'd learned from both Ser Criston and Ser Harwin was useless against someone like her. Aegon had only heard of tales of the northmen, of their cold hearts and brutal ways. But now there was one in front of him. A child of winter and ice. A ball of rage with unruly, short hair. If Aegon didn't know her already, he would've thought it was a boy that stood in front of him.

There were no lavish dresses for her. No needlework. No singing. She was dirty nails. Unkempt hair. Grime. Blood. Sweat. Dirt. Adventure. Flying arrows. Hiss of daggers. Clash of swords.

"Ye fighting or what, aye? Don't have a whole day to wait ye." Her strong accent came through. She'd gone over and picked her weapon back up. The girl was waiting for the prince to come back to his senses, foot tapping impatiently as she twisted and turned the blade in her hand.

The fight was over pretty soon. The lady had knocked her prince down, elbow to his face. Ser Brennard knew what was going to happen, but made no move to stop his student. She broke his nose with that hit.

"I'd say ya fight like a girl, but... ya know..." She shrugged her shoulders at him as Karstark dragged her away with a proud smile on his face.

Eight years later Aegon had grown into a handsome young man. He'd grown into his soft features. His pale blue eyes stared at his feet, as kicked at some small rocks. Short strands of silver-white hair framed his face perfectly. He kept his hair on the shorter side. It was easier to manage.

Him and his brother stood next to the wide open gates that led into the castle's grounds. Aemond, unlike his older brother, had his hands folded neatly behind his back, waiting patiently.

"I don't understand, why did mother have to send us..."

Aemond nodded his head, signaling to his brother to look ahead. A group of sturdy looking men, covered in steel from head to toe, were coming fast towards them. At the front,just a few feet in away from the rest, a hooded rider. The jet black stallion this mysterious person was riding held its head high. The stomping of the horse's hooves had stopped.

"Prince Aemond! Prince Aegon!" A melodious, yet strong voice rang from underneath the hood.

"Lady Stark." Aemond greeted. "Welcome to the capital!"

The stranger hopped down from the horse and took their hood off. Aegon stared at her slack-jawed. There, in front of him, stood the most magnificent creature that had ever walked the earth. Porcelain skin w a scar here and there she'd most definitely got in battle. Sharp features, almost as sharp as the sword she had on her. Two big, bright eyes that shined with laughter. The only thing that reminded of the girl she once was, was her short dark hair. And her clothing. She'd never been the one to wear dresses. That hadn't changed either. Her long legs were covered in threadbare black pants that matched with her black tunic and boots.

"I trust your journey was pleasant?" Aemond asked out of politeness.

A short "aye" left her full lips, eyes trained on Aegon.

"Yer nose healed well, me Prince. Though it would seem there's something wrong with yer jaw..." She pointed towards his face, calloused fingers showing from underneath the sleeve. Her northern accent made a shiver run down Aegon's spine.

He couldn't bring himself to say something, the words refusing to leave his mouth. He nodded with a faint smile.

"Shall we?" Aemond's voice could be heard again.

"If ye don't mind, me and me men had spent long time on the road without a good challenge. We need a good fight"

Her men had jumped from their horses too, now waiting for their lady. Ser Brennard Karstark was standing next to her.

"Training grounds are that way, aye?" She nodded to the left, her eyes never leaving the older brother.

"Right, let's get ye to the stables, big boy." She finally looked away as she turned towards the stallion and ran a hand through his black mane.

Lady Stark handed the reins to the stable boy that had approached her with a soft smile and a nod of her head. The lad melted at the sight, tripping over his feet as he walked away.

"Ye two comin'?"

The woman walked away, her father's bannermen following close behind.

"Would love some audience while I kick this old bastard's arse to the ground." She pointed towards Ser Karstark as she and her men laughed.

"We'll see about that, Young Wolf." Ser Brennard said, even though he knew that was going to be the most likely outcome.

Two weeks had passed since lady Stark had arrived to the capital. For Aegon, it felt like it was years ago. They'd been spending most of their time together, much to the Queen's dismay. At least they had the decency to drag Aemond along.

On the first night in the capital, the young woman suggested they go for a drink. When the second born son of Viserys the Peaceful suggested they stay in the Red Keep, both Aegon and her laughed in his face.

They snuck out of the castle later that night in search of a tavern. Aegon, being a frequent visitor to most of them, made the choice.

Soon after they'd entered the establishment, lady Stark challenged them to a bet, saying she'd drink them both under the table. Aemond, being Aemond, refused. Aegon accepted almost immediately.

He was in shock. The woman that sat in front of him was perfect. She cursed like a sailor. Told all the dirty jokes she could think of. Even challenged some stranger to a fist fight to celebrate her winning the bet. The Young Wolf didn't even bother to take his hundred gold dragons she'd won fair and square, but instead slapped his hand away.

"It's not about the money, me Prince!" She laughed out as she punched the stranger square in the jaw. "It's the thrill!"

The three returned back to the castle only when the light of the sun had started to bounce off the waters of Blackwater Bay. Aemond walked in front of them, impatient to get as far away from the two drunk idiots. They walked with a slow pace, hands thrown over eachother's shoulder and words slurring.

"One of them cods got ya good, me Prince, no offense meant" She said to Aegon with a grin. "If it weren't for me, that arse would'a split yer head open."

"Good thing you were around to save me then, my fair lady..." Aegon responded. He came to a sudden stop, his face contorting in agony. His hand unwrapped from the woman's shoulders as he bent forward and let out all he'd consumed right where they stood.

Instead of cringing in disgust, the Stark laughed hard, tears pricking at her eyes. She ran a hand through her short hair.

"Now from that yer knight in shinin' armor can't save ye, I am sorry."

Aemond grabbed his brother by the scruff, pulling him back up.

"We'll get caught with all the noise you're making, we have to go. My lady..." He looked at her, hoping at least one sober thought would make its way back into her head.

The Young Wolf howled again, hand patting Aegon on the back as he choked.

"What got yer knickers in a twist, hm? We've got all the time in the world."

" 'Tis but the truth!" Aegon said through coughs. "Do not worry, brother. I'll escort my, how did you say it...Ah, yes! Knight in shining armor back to her chambers."

Aemond didn't need to hear much else. He turned his back to them abruptly and left. The two snickered as they watched him walk away.

"Yer brother-" The woman threw her hand back over his shoulders as they began walking once more.

"Tell me about it." Aegon interrupted, doing the same as her.

After a detour that led them to the Kitchen Keep where they stuffed their faces with whatever was left from the dinner, Prince Aegon and lady Stark made their way towards her chambers. He'd promised to escort his savior back and he intended to do it.

As they neared the door, Aegon stopped her.

"This was the most fun I've had in a long while. Thank you, my lady."

"Aye, same here. Hanging around those old farts ain't as fun as it may look." She snorted.

The two laughed once more, then she dissappeared into her chambers, ready to sleep off the remainder of the day.

Aegon felt the same. He flopped down on his bed the second he found himself close enough to do it without smacking his head in the floor.

The same thing repeated the next day. Except Aemond wasn't with them. As the good prince he was, he'd ran to tell his mother about what his older brother and the lady Stak were busying themselves with.

The lady found herself sitting between the two brothers on that feast. She'd pulled her chair as close as possible to Aegon. On their last "walk" around the capital, she'd introduced him to the Skull and Dice game. The two now sat close to eachother, whisper-shouting the word "skull" as they rolled the dice and drank from their cups.

Aegon's grandsire and Hand of the King, Otto Hightower, was sitting across them. He smiled softly. The two were perfect for eachother. They shared the same interests- be it in books, hobbies or drinks. Why his daughter refused to give her oldest to the Young Wolf, he had no clue. She came from a great house, was trained in battle and proved to be quite intelligent, from what he'd heard her say. Sure, she liked drinking and venturing out of the Red Keep, and would also pick fights left and right. But so did his grandson.

Otto had come to the realization that the woman that sat next to his grandson was the way she was, not because she got to grow up in a castle where servants tended to each and every need of hers, but because she was raised amongst soldiers. Something her father had made sure of, once he agreed with the fact he won't be getting a proper lady out of her. The soldiers' ways had simply rubbed off on her.

Another thing that Otto had come to realize was how observant lady Stark was. She could be laughing and telling jokes, enjoying herself and her youth, but her trained eyes and ears were always turned to what was going on around her. She was a true northerner- rough and savage, but also loyal to the core and honorable. She'd be the perfect match for Aegon. If only his daughter would come to listen...

"This is an occasion for celebration, it seems." Everyone's attention turned to the King. His gold mask was shimmering in the light of the candles as he spoke. "My grandsons, Jace and Luke, will marry their cousins, Baela and Rhaena..."

Viserys turned to face his second son, eyes darting to his first one and the Stark girl. He could sense it, all Hells were about to break loose with next couple of words.

"And my son, Aemond, will marry lady Stark, further strengthening the bond between our houses. A toast to the young Princes..."

They all raised their cups, except the silver haired man and the woman that was sitting next to him.

"Hear, hear!" Came from the Prince Daemon as he turned to smile at his brother.

Aegon didn't hear him. He was now staring at the Young Wolf, silently asking if what his father had said was true.

"If you'd excuse me!" He damn near shouted, eyes trained on Aemond, who in turn was staring in shock at their mother. Unlike Aegon, he knew a third betrothal would be announced on this feast. What he didn't know was that he'll be the one marrying the Stark.

"Aegon! Come back!" Alicent yelled after him, ready to follow.

"Don't, me Queen. I'll bring him back."

"Did you know?"

The halls were silent, all that could be heard were the muffled, hushed voices of his family, as the lot tried to listen in on the conversation.

"Did you know about it?!"

The woman stomped her booth on the ground, the sword that was hanging on her side shaking with the intensity. It was a warning for the prince to lower his voice.

"Aye, my father sent me for a reason. I didn't know I'd be marrying yer brother though..."

The young woman had shut the doors as she made her way out and into the corridors. There was no point, the whole room was now sitting in silence, listening on Aegon scream his lungs out.

"You can't!You won't!" The prince yelled out.

"Oh, what do ya care? Yer not the one gettin' tied down against yer will! Yer free to do as ye wish!" She said, her voice booming over his.

"So you don't want to marry him?"

"Are ye fuckin' jokin' , Aegon, yer brother is a twat and a half!"

Inside the room, Daemon could be heard laughing without shame. Aemond's jaw clenched, his smirk dissappearing as he stood up. Rhaenyra slapped her husband's arm, even though she herself was sporting a smile.

"Then don't fucking do it!"

"And what am I supposed to do, huh? Get back in there and tell yer father, my King, that I don't approve? That I, the daughter of the man that had sworn an oath to him, will not do as I'm commanded?"

"You and your oaths and orders... Is your pride so important that you'll willingly go against what your heart desires?!"

"Pride?" The word came out as growl." If it were for me pride, I wouldn't even be here. But I gave a word to me father and did as I was told... And what do ya, ye spoiled cod, know of what me heart desires? Hm?!"

"I know I've come to love you. Just as you have." Aegon took her hands in his, soft thumb rubbing over her rough skin. "I know that I love spending time with you. Just as you do."

Silence fell upon the halls once more as the prince thought of his next words.

"I've never met someone like you before. Someone that is so...me. You like to drink, you curse, you fight. You know all the dirty jokes and all drinking games. And even with all that, you know when to put an end to it, even if you don't want to. You're not afraid to sock me in the face when you know I'm being an arse. Or drag me all the way to the small council meetings, so I could fulfill my princely duties. Sit with me through those never-ending history lessons, even though you'd rather go outside and train. You keep me grounded. You always know what to do. You always know what is right. I'd like to think that I, for once, know too. It's you. But if you insist on carrying out this order..."

His hands reached for her face.

"Marry me instead. You came here to a marry a dragon, right? There's one in front of you right now. Begging, pleading for you to take him."

Silence. Again. Aegon searched for her eyes, searched for an answer in them. But found nothing. He sighed heavily, hands falling to his sides. The prince walked around her, head hanging low in embarrassment. He reached for the door handles, ready to get back inside and drink himself into a stupor. Or untill the high-pitched ringing in his ears went away.

"Ye sure talk a lot... It's a good thing though, I won't have to waste my breath no more...with ya around."

Their eyes met.

"What? Ye plan on standin' there all night?"

The doors swung open before Aegon could reach her. He turned back around, his eyes meeting those of his father.

"Or both of you could just come back inside and sit down? Your King is to make a new toast..."

Rough fingers wrapped around Aegon's. She was standing right there, next to him. He looked up from their intertwined hands. A toothy smile had found its way on his future wife's face.

"As me King commands..."

Viserys turned his back to them as he slowly made his way to his seat. The two followed close behind.

"We're finishing the game, right?" Aegon whispered to her.

"Go find the dice, ye threw it as ya stormed out." She laughed quietly.

The Wolf and her Dragon entered the room once more, hand in hand.

#aegon ii x reader #stark!reader #aegon ii targaryen #aegon the second #hotd fanfic #dance of dragons #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #hotd #game of thrones #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #lucerys targaryen #baela targaryen #rhaena targaryen #accepting requests #requests open

[impatiencegyu]

Lan Zhan hated him.

Lan Zhan hated him and his stupid smile, his long hair and his grey eyes and the way his eyes lit up when he was excited and—

And the way he was looking at him right now, guilty, sad, upset.

"No," Lan Zhan affirmed, gritting his teeth as he tried not to cry.

"Lan Zhan," Wei Ying sounded tired, of all things, and he suddenly looked much different from the happy-go-lucky disciple he had been when they first met. "Lan Zhan, you have to understand."

"Then make me understand, please," Lan Zhan continued in that calm tone, looking directly into Wei Ying's eyes as the latter tried to look away. "I don't understand why you have to do things that hurt you all the time. I don't understand why you have to leave. Make me understand, give me something to work with here."

"Lan Zhan, I can't be with you anymore." Wei Ying repeated, voice rising slightly more than before. "I can't do this anymore. We can't be together. I'll leave Gusu, and I'll leave Yunmeng. I don't want to bring you into my problems, Lan Zhan. Why can't you just—"

"That's exactly what I don't understand, Wei Ying!" Lan Zhan is surprised to hear the rise in his own voice as he continued, "Why are you telling me only the last part? Why not the whole thing? Why can't you tell me the truth? Why do you—"

"You want the truth?" Wei Ying's eyes were dark now, and Lan Zhan stared back defiantly as he continued. "I’ll give you the truth, then. I don't want you anymore. I'm seeing someone else."

For a moment, Lan Zhan stood there, stunned as if he had been struck by lightning, but then he noticed the tremble in Wei Ying's lips and the tears in his eyes, and the shaking of his hands and how guilt was written across his entire face—

"You're lying, you're lying to me." Lan Zhan said, trembling with anger as he spat out, "How dare you— you— have you stooped so low as to lie about yourself to me, Wei Ying? Why do you have to lie, why do you lie all the time?!"

"Why do I have to tell you the truth?!" Wei Ying exclaimed, eyes bright as he took a step forward. "What do I owe you?! What do you want?! Why can't you see I'm trying to protect you?! I'm going a world away, Lan Zhan; I know I'm ruining my own life! I thought you would understand, I thought you would—"

He cut himself off, sobbing as he turned away, and now Lan Zhan is choking on the feelings he had been taught to bury deep down within him since he was old enough to understand words.

He missed his mother more than ever.

He wanted to tell him. Wei Ying, I'm fighting my sect for you. I'm destroying my life for you. I'm doing everything I can. Then why? Why do you want to leave? Why do you leave me again and again?

But instead, he said, "You made me love you, Wei Ying. From the moment we met, I hated you with every fibre of my existence, and you broke through all my walls and made me fall for you. You taught me how to feel, you showed me love. I could depend on you just as much as you did on me. We were soul mates, Wei Ying. We still are. And now— now you won't tell me where you're going, now you won't— I know you're hurting yourself, I— you have to let me help, Wei Ying. I can't— without you, I don't know what I—"

"Lan Zhan, breathe." There are hands in his hair and on his cheeks, cool and comforting as they make their way down to his chin and lift it up. "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan."

This is my love, Lan Zhan thinks. My love, my other half, my soulmate, my beloved — the only one who'll ever know who I am, what I am — and now he's leaving too.

"Oh, love, please don't cry," Wei Ying is caressing his face with rough fingers (stained by the blood of many — their fault, their fault), and Lan Zhan realizes that he's crying.

He yanks his face away, rubbing his tears away harshly as he tried to ignore the heartbreak written across his Wei Ying's face.

"Come with me, Wei Ying." Lan Zhan asserts shakily, trembling hands coming up to his lover's shoulders as he continued, "Come with me, live with me. I don't care what anyone else thinks as long as I have you. Let me help you. Don't— don't waste yourself away. Please, just— just, just don't ruin your own life, please."

Lan Zhan's heart shatters all over again when Wei Ying's face shutters immediately, eyes going cold as he looked away resolutely. He will go, he will leave me.

"Both you and I know that's not possible, Lan Zhan. What I'm doing now, who I'm helping now, all this will hurt me. I know that. I know very well what the consequences of my actions are going to be. The Jins are looking forward to killing me. I don't care. I don't care if they kill me."

Lan Zhan watches Wei Ying's eyes soften a bit in the moonlight flooding in through the window. He looks older — his grey eyes seem to sparkle in the light, but with none of the enthusiasm or brightness he saw before.

'Before' is a stinging memory, an old reality that seems now like a dream. Before, when everything was alright. When Wei Ying was alright.

When he was alright.

"I cannot let you carry the weight of my actions, Lan Zhan. Please, leave." Wei Ying's voice stabs through his ears as he flinches violently, head bowed and hands trembling.

"Wei Ying, listen—"

"No, I have heard enough." Wei Ying interrupts, staring at him as if he was a stranger.

"Whatever was between us is in the past. It's gone. It's useless to dwell on something that never would have lasted. Live while you still can, Lan Zhan. Don't land into stupid problems like me."

Wei Ying laughs at that, and it's so cold and hard that Lan Zhan feels his eyes burn. It's like goodbye, Lan Zhan thinks. His head feels heavy, as does his heart, and he just, just—

"I want you with me, Wei Ying." Lan Zhan pleads, desperately holding on to his arm. "I want you. Even— even if— I don't care about everything. I just, I just want—"

His hand is shrugged away.

"You should leave now, Hanguang-jun." Wei Ying says, "It's getting late, people will talk. Your shufu won't want his darling nephew in a traitor's den. Go home."

Lan Zhan wants to scream. He wants to hold Wei Ying close, he wants to tell him that all he wants is him, he wants him to call him "A-Zhan" again, he wants him to hold him, he wants, he wants—

He wants him.

He stares pleadingly at Wei Ying, eyes shining with tears again as he gasps out, "Wei Ying, Wei Ying, I—"

"Go home, Lan Zhan," Wei Ying sighs softly, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "Everything will be okay."

Then Wei Ying, his Wei Ying, leans forward and plants a kiss on his temple, whispering, "Go home, love."

Lan Zhan pulls away to look at him, just look at him, before he turns around to the door.

"Goodbye, Wei Ying" is his whispered farewell, a promise, a feeling, a hope so fragile that it takes him everything to not break it.

Nothing will be okay, I know. He knows as well.

When Lan Zhan leaves, he doesn't look back.

#mdzs #long post #lan wangji #mdzs fanfiction #lan zhan #wangxian #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan zhan pov #mdzs angst #yllz #yiling laozu #yiling patriarch #breakup #canon divergence #ooc #argument #lwj #wwx #lwj x wwx #wangxian fic recs #mdzs fic recs #wangxian fic

[fakesimp]

Hello!! Can I request ver x reader fluff? Any prompt is fine!

I'm just craving Ver x reader fanfics so much this week :')

"Loving you is something I fond doing." , With Ver Vermilion

Warning !

Fluff ; Comfort ; Act of Service ; Slight spoiled Ver ; Mentions of Kissing ; Established Relationship

A/n !

Haiwo ! Thank you for requesting ! Apologies it took awhile (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

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He is buried. In his work. Those papers that he have to take care of, you were cooking something from him. Since you noticed he haven't stepped out from the student council room at all ever since he entered in the morning, you, as his lover, doesn't want him to faint because of hunger. So you cook something for him, also cooked something sweet for your Beloved Kaichou.

After awhile, you're finally done and you look at the creation you did. Smiling proudly at it, you huffed and grabbed a tray for you to put the plates. After neatly putting them on the plates on the tray, you stroll over to the student council room. Walking pass through the crowd, you stood in front of the council's door. You knocked and waited for a moment before opening it and peeking your head through,

"Ver?" "Oh, Jagiyaaa~" The way his eyes sparkled when he sees you at the door, "My savior, what brings you here?" He asked as he gently put away his pen and gestured you to enter. And you did, and his eyes widen when he sees the food tray you bought. And as if in queue, his stomach grumbled. "Ah.. I, didn't realize I haven't ate at all today." He said as he gets away from the table that's piled with papers, "Did you, cook for, me?" He shyly asked. You blinked at him and put down the tray in front of him, "Well, what do you think, hm?" You teased making him cleared his throat in embarrassment.

"of course it's for you Ver, I even cooked some sweets for you." You said, and he look over at the food and his eyes twinkled once more as he stare at the sweets you cooked. "Hmm, Thank you" he then scoots closer to you and kissed your temple, "I appreciate it, a lot." He whispered and grabbed the plate.

"Am, I, uh, suppose to eat all of this, myself?" He asked as he stare at the food then you, "Yeah? I cooked it for you, it's okay, you can eat. You are the priority here after all." You replied and gently pat his head, he went quiet for a moment and start eating the food you cooked.

Oh how you enjoy looking at him, the way his eyes sparkled as he scoop up the food on the spoon. You smiled and let out a chuckle, "You're so cute" you spat out making him stopped chewing and stared at you. Blinking confusedly, "Hmh?" He hummed as he continue chewing and swallowed the food in his mouth. "You, are, very cute." You repeated, a bit slower this time. And you have successfully made him red, "M-me? Me??? Cute????" He repeated as he slowly put away the plate to the tray and grabbed the sweets you cooked for him, "How? I'm not even doing anything cute" he said as he poke the food with the spoon. "You're doing it right now."

. . .

The silence in between you, and your Beloved Kaichou. He put away the plate and hide his face in his palm, you let out a small laugh as you pat his arm. "Stop laughing, I am more embarrassed the more you laugh" and it made you laugh even more when you heard the statement, making him suddenly placed his lips on yours.

"There, is that really what I should do to stop you from laughing???" He sighed softly, "A kiss?" He stared at you slightly blushing. "I mean, is there anything else?" You stared back at him, his eyes soften and he placed his hand on your cheek. Gently rubbing his thumb along the cheekbone, "Loving you," he trailed off for a bit. "Loving you is something I fond doing." He smiled at you. You look at him in awe,

"Ver.."

"Hm?"

"I, love you.."

"I love you too, Jagiya.."

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

There, we go, I hope you enjoy this ! I don't know if you're still craving for it now tho, but either way it is done ! (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

#nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji #xsoleil x reader #xsoleil #ver vermillion x reader #ver vermillion #luxiem x reader #luxiem #➴ fakesimp writing for you #fakesimp writing #fakesimp replies

[almost-correct-quotes]

underrated canon facts and quotes from early wttt (longish post)

florida parties hard for spring break

florida and cali both like animal crossing

early new york did not have an accent. at all.

new york and cali sit next to each other in small meetings, aww

cali has been trying to make conversation with new york (to little avail) since episode five

the first florida nickname was cali as "safe space"

the states have each others' phone numbers

fl: "i'm also making sex shops and church essential" tx: "...i agree?"

florida was the first one to break the fourth wall!

florida is scared of national guard

"me and california had a fight" is a real dc line that i haven't heard a single caligov shipper go insane over like okay nice lover's spat

"we don't do that!" "well, you should" polyam king florida i guess

early wttt was just a goldmine for floridc content like

dc: "florida, is yours working?" fl: "yes." dc: "your unemployment website is working?" fl: "oh, i thought you were talking about my ass in these shorts."

florida's "mom and dad are talking"

stoner colorado my beloved

fl: "you cried the other day because you stubbed your toe." dc: "okay, and?"

ma: "death looks good on ya (ny), but nobody nohow gonna kill y' but me, so take some 'f these ventilators."

dc: "where's florida? it makes me nervous when i can't physically see him."

#wttt #welcome to the table #ben brainard #floridc #caliyork #massyork #caligov

[joonggphilia]

❤️🤍I Miss You🤍❤️

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pairing: Doyoung x Male reader genre: angst2fluff, smut Cw: lovers2enemies2lovers, semi-public, both of them are assholes A/n: I <3333 Doyoung

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Doyoung and M/n had been friends since elementary. Doyoung was top of his class, but a complete dickwad. M/n was second only to the wits of his bestfriend, but he was kind and caring. The pair only had each other, no one else. They grew older together, only growing closer. Eventually, they started dating. It was a matter of time, they were practically inseparable. Time flew by, Doyoung became an idol in Nct and M/n was his biggest fan. Nct’s biggest supporter was absolutely him, but sadly times changed, and Doyoung hated M/n now. M/n stopped talking to him completely. He ghosted him, didn’t even read his messages, stopped buying Nct merch, never payed attention to his beloved boyfriend. “What the fuck?” Doyoung rasped aloud, his glare trained down to his phone. How could this be? A new idol group just debuted, and their leader was none of than M/n L/n. “What a bitch! First he loses all contact with me! AFTER YEARS! Now…he is doing my thing, what I do! He really is sick.” Doyoung laughed, shoving his phone back into his pocket and getting up to leave the room. “Dude, what are you talking about?” Mark asked, a concerned look twisting on his face. “It’s nothing.” Doyoung stated, slamming the door behind him.

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Today was the day. Doyoung and M/n had to host a show together. Together. It was a nightmare. “So look who showed his face? You’re a sick and twisted person, M/n. Are you even a person?” Doyoung spat, leaning on the doorway to M/n’s dressing room. “And you’re still an asshole! What do you want from me?.” M/n spun around locking eyes with his ex. “You stopped loving me didn’t you? Threw me away just like you planned to do. You’re the asshole.” Doyoung growled, grabbing M/n’s collar, “All I ever did was love you! What the fuck did I do!? You’re a monster, making me hurt this way!” Doyoung yelled, his volume rising by the second. He threw M/n back into the counter behind him. “And you’re insensitive. I’ve been training my ass off so I could be up to par with trash like you! I’ve been training for a year now! You think I could have my phone! You think I could have my own time! You’re an idiot.” M/n hissed, anger clouding his mind. The pair stood in silence, the rage simmering down. “I-I never meant to hurt you…Do.” He breathed, tears threatening to fall. Doyoung gasped in disbelief. “M/n. I’m so sorry. I should’ve known.” Doyoung panicked, grabbing M/n and pulling him into his arms. “I miss you, Do. I didn’t want to leave you.” M/n cried, tears staining his suit. “Shhh, you’re ok now. I’ve got you and I won’t let you go. I miss you too.” Doyoung shushed, wiping M/n’s tears and tilting his chin up. He moved his head down to lock lips with his lover. The kiss was deep and hot, but with sweet intentions. “Can I show you how much I’ve missed you?” Doyoung hummed. “Please” M/n responded. Doyoung swiftly picked him up and placed him on the couch that was in the room. His lips moved back to the man’s under him. M/n’s hands moved up, to unbutton Doyoung’s shirt. Soon both of them were completely undressed. Doyoung ran his hands over the curves of M/n’s body, while his cock rubbed against M/n’s, all the friction corrupting their minds. “You are still the same Kim Doyoung. I seriously missed you.” M/n rasped between hitched breaths. “I would never change for you.” He sang in response. “You ready for me?” He asked, his head moving to M/n’s shoulder and his hand making its way downward. “Of course.” Doyoung practically attacked M/n’s neck as he made marks up and down. His fingers on the other hand, we’re busy stretching the bottom for what’s to come. “You’re so good.” M/n smiled, his eyes never leaving his lover’s concentrated face. Doyoung only nodded in response, as he lined himself up. “I’m ready whenever you are.” M/n reassured. Doyoung slowly entered M/n, the change making his back arch off the couch. This feeling would never get old. Doyoung moved agonizingly slow, but it didn’t matter, as long as they were close. Doyoung’s eyes drifted to the clock. Staff would come to get them soon. He snapped his hips forward. M/n let out an ungodly moan, almost a shriek. He slapped his hands over his mouth, causing laughter to spill from Doyoung’s lips. He kissed the back of M/n’s hand, and continued with his movements, never missing that one special spot. Soon the string snapped, and M/n was cumming along with Doyoung. “You are so pretty, love. Missing you was the most terrible pain I had ever been through.” He sighed, cleaning himself off. “The feeling is mutual. I love you.” M/n hummed, pulling his clothes back on. A knock sounded throughout the room, as the door swung open. A lady stopped in her tracks, glancing upwards at the two men infront of her. They were sweaty, smiling in an odd manner, and standing as if they had been called to attention by a military general. She awkwardly laughed and tapped her clipboard. “You’re on in fifteen minutes. I’ll leave the rest to you.” She said slowly backing out of the room. “This is about to be the best talk show anyone has ever seen! Let’s go babe, we have a show to host!” M/n cheered, grabbing Doyoung’s hand. The pair won’t ever have to miss each other again.

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#kim doyoung #bottom male reader #nct x male reader #smut #angst #Doyoung x male reader #nct 127 x male reader #doyoung x reader

[pearlmagick]

SECRET NOBILITY

pairing: knight!ginny x princess!fem reader

synopsis: it’s a knights duty to look after the princess even if all they knew was how much the despised one another.

warnings: mentions of lewdness but in passing, no smut

note: omg it took me forever to find the time to write this but i was kicking my feet over knight!ginny omgggg i hope you guys enjoy !! happy women’s month & day and i love you lesbians !!!

A guard and her beautiful princess.

Ginevra Weasley meticulously crafted her life and battled her way through the rigorous knighthood training which was already difficult enough to enter a world where the women work hard in kitchens, brothels, and, of course, at home to please others. Ginny fought to escape, to work for something else. To work for the pleasure that fighting brought her, work for the pleasures that nobility brought to her lifestyle.

The one downside to being a knight was having to be at your beck and call.

You were the princess of Evythia. Kind, sweet, and charming to all who knew you, that is of course, except Ginny Weasley.

You had the girl flogged on the first day the two of you met for nearly trampling you with her steed and the kingdom has since established that the princess and the kingdom’s most valued knight were at war with each other. The hardened gazes, the trembling hands of fury, the stiff stances when the two were forced next to each other. The days could not bring you together with their passings as time could not heal all wounds.

When the sun turned to the into moon and the pale sky darkened as the kingdom reached another midnight, Ginny Weasley was home, if one could consider home being between your legs. The single time she enjoyed pleasuring someone else rather than herself.

How could two people who seemed to utterly despise one another because of every inconvenience turn lovers?

The story begins at midnight, the midnight.

Ginny was not on guard duty and those days were special. She was enveloped by the chills of night and the goosebumps across her arms could not match the prickling nerves as she ruminated about anything and everything, and more specifically, who she really was.

Ginevra Weasley had come to terms that she was a lesbian on one of these midnight walks of hers and it gave her both everything and nothing. Everything in the way she felt at peace with finally discovering an inch of the mystery that is identity; nothing in the way she felt lost in the archaic world.

“Maybe I’ll find love… somehow.” She thought, hoping for a miracle to land at her feet that she would find someone who could be fearless for her, to love another woman, even if it was behind closed doors.

When Ginny asked for a miracle, she didn’t expect the worst luck imaginable to fall in her lap at the given opportunity. She clutched her shoulder from the impact, quickly making way to apologise before she saw the face behind the encounter, your face.

“Oh, it’s you.” she spat, causing your face to scrunch in distaste. “So, the beloved knight loses her manners off duty, who could’ve imagined it.” You rolled your eyes, showing off your clear disdain for the knight. Ginny scoffed, “Oh please, a princess who couldn’t even do much as say a simple ‘thank you’ is going to lecture me on manners? But of course, I suppose the princess is too lost in her ego to care about the rest of us. I would’ve thought she’d thin her lips and humble herself, but what should I know?”

There it was, the condescending attitude you despised so much. “You act like you know me, but you don’t! Do you understand how infuriating it is to constantly be held to a high standard and then here you are making me feel like it’s not enough to wear the tightest corsets to please an audience of thousands and bend backwards to try and find solutions for everyone when I can’t even figure out anything for myself!”

Ginny was taken aback by your outburst but her own stubbornness urged her to fight back. “Oh please, I’m sure it’s so difficult being born a princess where you could have everything you want and the entire kingdom bends to your will. I had to fight for my place, something you’ll never know.”

She waited for your wit to attack her again but when silence struck, she turned to see your reaction, which she hoped was satisfyingly gobsmacked. She was stunned to see the tears rimming your eyes, twinkling down your cheeks rapidly like shooting stars falling through the sky.

She tried to shake away her thoughts in an effort to focus on you, a concern she didn’t think she’d ever have.

You didn’t speak until Ginny’s hand fell on your shoulder, “That’s it, isn’t it… I’ve been given everything because I’m a princess but I don’t know who I am. I can’t choose anything and I cannot be anything. I– I’ve envied you for so long.” Ginny couldn’t hold her surprise. “That was abundantly clear when you had children throw their most rotten vegetables at me.” You laughed, a charming sound that the knight was unfamiliar with. A new melody to indulge in from time to time hopefully. “A lapse in judgment, I suppose, now that I think of it. It might’ve been the third, or maybe the fourth time I was nearly trampled that day, I was simply irritated by my luck. My deepest apologies to you.”

The knight didn’t expect the apology to come so easily after the years of vitriol. “That’s all it took? I’ve hated you for so long starting from that moment and all I needed to do was talk to you?” Well, of course, it was a simple solution but Ginny was never one for simplicity, thus the egregious hotheadedness. “Well, you’ve been right about me, I am quite stubborn so I don’t know about what could’ve been, but you’re the only one who had ever listened to me like this so I would think that makes you deserving of an apology… and my gratitude for your services as a knight and a shoulder tonight.”

The two of you had made an agreement to continue the charade in public to keep your nightly walks of peace private. Neither of you were caught, the advantage of knowing every inch of the castle like the back of your hand. It had been another momentous night, one the girls wouldn’t know would become so important until later. Ginny was given guard duty to watch over you and so the two of you sat on your bed, simply chattering.

“How did you know?” You asked with the sort of curiosity that Ginny recognised. The curiosity behind the questions that meant you had been trying to discover more of yourself through her experiences. “How did I know what, princess?” The name was your title, a formality, but the use of it made Ginny’s stomach churn with nerves. “How did you know you’re a lesbian? That you prefer to court women?” Ginny blanched. She had told you of her preferences recently and was relieved to know you were not judgemental of it, now here you were suspecting with that curiosity of yours that you also had the same preferences.

It felt like the clock had frozen as the knight was consumed by her own vivid thoughts. It was not abnormal of her to find you in her dreams, to find your lips pulse against her own, to find her fingers across your skin. She jolted before her thoughts became immoral, “She is the princess… you are a knight… she is a friend.” Ginny would recite the reminder like a mantra.

She turned to you and answered, “On one of my walks, I realised that I was never interested in the advances of my fellow knights looking for a rendezvous. I had always, secretly, yearned for the pretty women around me.” She watched you nod. You bit at your gums in thought, “I always felt I enjoyed a man’s company. Flirted with a few nobles and knights on occasion.” The knight felt sick hearing the princess she dreamed about frequently, dreams that edged towards a twisted lewdness, talk about the men they flirted with. “I realised I no longer wanted a man when they actually fell under my spell. I’ll admit, my charm is like a hex.” The knight choked out a laugh, hiding the fact that your narcissism was a truth for her. Over the nights of secret meetings, she had fallen for you.

“Ginevra… I wish to be brave like you for a change so I’ll get on with it.” She felt the need to laugh. A knight like her was brave on the battlefield, a true mark of courage, and here she sat, completely in fear and shaking with torrential anxiety.

“I’ve dreamt about you.” The two of you stared in shock. Ginny couldn’t even believe the words that spilt out of her mouth. Her face was a sickly shade of vermillion that made her hair seem brighter and her face more akin to a tomato. “Princess y/n, I am deeply apologetic. I would never be so crass and I let it slip out of impulse. My lady, I would never–”

Your soft hands pulled her face towards yours. The dreams Ginny had of kissing you were nothing compared to the reality of it. Your soft lips against her own so intensely that she could feel the fine lines through them so perfectly. When you gently pulled away, you laughed at the face of surprise and wonder before you. “You beat me to my confession, although I would say you were much more blunt about it than I was planning to be.”

Ginny, at a loss of words, felt the deep urge to kiss you again. The night was spent with quiet laughter, odd revelations, and many more kisses than either of you could have hoped for.

#vani fics #fanfic #harry potter #harry potter x reader #golden trio #golden trio era #ginny weasley #ginny weasley x reader #ginny weasley x y/n #ginny weasley x you #rivals to lovers #knight #princess

[mymoodwriting]

{Previous} @tardis-world @starillusion13 (character death)

“I… I don’t have a lover…”

You were holding Minho’s hand through the cell bars, and unknowingly you began to squeeze tightly, clearly afraid. Minho was more concerned about you than his own situation, gently tugging on your arm to get your attention.

“Princess, look at me, everything’s going to be okay.”

“It’s my fault… this is all my fault…”

“You had nothing to do with any of this, you can’t blame yourself.”

The thought of seeing him again brought tears to your eyes. You were terrified, and Minho hated to see you this way. Nothing else had gotten you so shaken up before.

“Don’t cry, Princess, everything-”

“Who made my beloved cry?”

The color drained from your face, feeling as if the whole world had come to a stop. That voice alone was all you needed to hear in order to lose air. Your breathing was uneven, and before you knew it guards pulled you away from Minho, holding you up and forcing you to face your worst nightmare. You immediately shut your eyes, not wanting to see him, but when you felt a hand grab your chin you got tense.

“Will you open your eyes?” You shook your head. “Please, my Princess. I’m so happy to see you after all this time. I’ve spent every moment since our last encounter searching for you, and now you’re finally home where you belong, with me.”

“Fuck off, Jinyoung!” Seungmin yelled. “Get your hands off her!”

“Ah, the troublemakers, back where they belong I see.”

“That’s funny coming from you.” Chan spat. “You should be the one locked up.”

“Well I’m not.”

“Not yet.”

“Hm, today isn’t about you though, it’s about the Princess. Has there been a formal announcement about her return?”

“No.” Jackson answered. “We were waiting on you.”

“Good. We can make the announcement tonight.”

“Will we not celebrate-”

“Later. My Princess still needs time to adjust, but for now I can give her a gift. I brought you something from Earth.”

The boys had to watch in horror as they saw what this gift was. They never could have imagined their sins would come to haunt them like this.

“Y/n…? Is that you?”

The unfamiliar voice brought a lot of questions to mind, especially since he used your name, so you had to peek. A strange boy stood before you, wide eyes in disbelief looking at you. Yet a smile was on his face.

“It really is you.”

“I… I’m sorry… do I know you?”

“Y/n, it’s me, Juyeon.”

“I… I don’t…”

“How could you not remember him, Princess?” Jinyoung questioned. “You bonded with him.”

“What!?”

“He’s an Earthling, you bonded with him while you were on Earth.”

“Huh? No, no I wasn’t… I was in cryo-sleep while my ship… I…”

“You don’t believe me?” Jinyoung chuckled. “See for yourself. Remove her inhibitor crown.”

Another guard came over and removed the crown from your head. You needed a moment to adjust as all the voices came back, and the guards holding you released you. Once things felt normal again you look at Juyeon.

“Do we… do we know each other?”

“When your ship crashed, I was there to help you adjust.”

“I lived on Earth… for how long?”

“Two years. I’m glad to see you’ve mastered your powers.”

“Mastered? What…”

“Just look through his memories.” Jinyoung suggested. “It’ll be faster that way.”

You knew he was right, and all of this was very confusing. You took a step closer to Juyeon, lifting your hands up. He was more than happy to let you in his mind, which was concerning. You placed your hands at his temple and closed your eyes. To your surprise his mind wasn’t a mess, and he was bringing up the memories you needed to see. It all flashed before your eyes, causing you to scream and collapse to the floor. Your head was throbbing, and then it all washed over you. The time spent on Earth, your bond with Juyeon and the life you had lived with the rest of Deobi Inc.

“Juyeon… Juyeon… you…”

“Have you been well? Everything happened so fast and-”

Juyeon suddenly grabbed his head, collapsing to his knees as well. It caused a pain in your own head, and things went deeper. You found yourself struggling to breathe again, reaching out for Juyeon. Since you had forgotten him the bond had been broken, but now that those memories resurfaced there was a lingering connection. You didn’t understand his pain at first, but then you realized the culprit.

“Jin… young… stop… stop… please…”

“You’re supposed to bond with me.” Jinyoung spat. “Yet you dare to form a connection with some lowly creature like him!”

“It wasn’t… my choice!”

“Exactly!” Everything stopped. “If you hadn’t fought with me that day, if you hadn’t been sent to Earth, none of this would have ever happened! Yet it did, and now look at you, look at what’s happened. Are you happy?”

“Stop… take him back home and-”

“What? My search for you on Earth led me to these people, and they seemed to know so much about you, about our people! You think I brought him here for fun? Look at this and tell me who the real monster is!”

“Huh? What are you talking about? You’re the monster, you-”

“I’m not the one who broke your bond. Even if there’s a faded feeling now, it doesn’t change the fact you can still feel that pain. Care to guess who’s responsible?”

“I… I…”

“Your options are one of eight. I’ll give you a hint, which one of your royal guards is the powerfulest?” 

“… no… no they…” You looked over at one of your guards, but he couldn’t meet your eyes. “Felix…”

“I’m sorry, Princess…”

“You… you… why-”

You suddenly choked on your words as you felt cold. You slowly looked over to see Jinyoung holding a blade that had gone through Juyeon’s chest. Blood stained his clothes, his lips, and you could see the struggle in his eyes.

“Juyeon!”

You crawled over and held the boy in your arms, tears blurring your vision. The pain you were feeling was indescribable. You only grew colder when he stopped moving.

“Why!” You yelled at Jinyoung. “He was innocent! He did nothing-”

“You are a Princess, and have responsibilities to this world. You can’t be bonded to such a pathetic being. I brought him here to show you what your royal guards are really up to, and to remind you of your place.”

“You’re a monster!”

You got up, intending to attack Jinyoung only for guards to grab you and hold you back. It didn’t stop you from screaming and thrashing around. In your fit of range, and with full access to your powers you managed to incapacitate the guards, but even then Jinyoung was ready for you. All you took was a step towards him before you collapsed to your knees, feeling his strong presence in your mind, causing you to lock up with fear as you remembered that night.

“Why don’t we pick up where we left off.”

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Years Ago

You lived a very peaceful life in the palace, not having the type of responsibilities your older siblings did. Of course that also meant they got more attention than you, but you didn’t mind it. There were plenty of things to keep yourself occupied with through the palace. You also had your royal guards that never left your side.

“Princess, you have to attend.”

“The party’s not for me, Hyunjin. I don’t have to go.”

“It’s Princess’ Yssa’s birthday, your sister, it would be rude not to attend.”

“We already had our family gathering, and sang her a song. This party is for the politicians and what not.”

“You are a part of the royal family and need to be in attendance. Many different clans come to the palace for these events. It would come off as disrespectful if you don’t attend.”

“Hyunjin.” You pouted. “Please, just let me skip out on this.”

“I’m your royal guard, therefore I am responsible for you in many ways, and this is one of them. Let’s go.”

As much as you didn’t want to attend, Hyunjin ultimately dragged you to the party. It wasn’t long before you were recognized and pulled into the mingling. You looked back and threw a death glare at Hyunjin, but he merely offered you a smile and bow. That night you were introduced to all kinds of people, and that’s where you met Jinyoung. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Princess.”

“Hello, have you been enjoying the festivities?”

He chuckled. “That sounds way too formal for someone like you. Did it hurt to say?”

“Honestly… kinda…”

“Are you enjoying the festivities?”

“I was trying to avoid being here, but got dragged along.”

“I see, me too.”

“Really?”

“The elders always try to make a good impression with us younger ones, but what do you say about ditching?”

“Can we do that?”

“We’re not the stars of tonight, why not, you in?”

“Absolutely.”

Even if you thought you were being sneaky, your royal guards still found you. They couldn’t drag you back though, so you spent the rest of the night with Jinyoung, getting to know one another. There was definitely a spark that night, and afterwards Jinyoung would come to see you regularly. You were always happy to spend time with him, getting to know how sweet and kind he was, not to mention the stories he’d tell you. Unlike yourself, he was free to roam outside the palace, and can tell you all about the life beyond your home’s walls.

“You seem very happy today.” Jeongin noted. “It’s good to see you smiling.”

“Yeah. Jinyoung said he’d come by later today.”

“I see, although I am worried. You spend a lot of time with this gentleman and-”

“It’s called love, Jeongin. I’m in love.” You sighed dreamily, before realizing what you said. “I… sorry… that was insensitive of me. I know it’s not exactly easy for you to find someone to fall in love with.”

“It’s alright, Princess. I understand your sentiments, I’m merely concerned as you have yet to inform your family of this potential partner of yours.”

“They wouldn’t care much about it anyway. I’m not gonna be the queen someday.”

You were certainly aware that as time went on your royal guards stayed even closer to you, especially when you were with Jinyoung. It was a bit suffocating, and didn’t give you much room for privacy. Jinyoung also agreed with this and convinced you to sneak out with him one night. Although it wasn’t gonna be that easy to escape the watchful eyes of your royal guards.

“Princess.”

“Shoot…”

“You shouldn’t be out this late.”

“Chan.” You presented a shy smile. “What are you doing… here…”

“It’s my duty to protect you, and I must insist you return to your room.”

“But-”

“I got this.” Jinyoung said. “Go on ahead, I’ll meet you in a bit.”

“Okay.”

Jinyoung gestured for you to go ahead, and he stayed back, making sure Chan didn’t follow you. Of course Chan didn’t like any of this, but he could see a stern look on Jinyoung’s face. It would be best to get the message across with him first and foremost.

“You know she can order you to leave us alone.”

“I’m afraid I wouldn’t follow that order anyway. It is my duty to protect the Princess, and beyond her own orders.”

“Then I guess I’ll have to convince you in my own way.”

“Nothing you say will-”

Chan didn’t finish his sentence as he was knocked off his feet. His guard was down so Jinyoung managed to land a strong blow. He didn’t get the chance to get up as another psychic attack was made, followed by another and another until he passed out. When Chan finally regained his senses he could hear his name being called.

“I’m here… I’m here… what’s going on?”

“The palace is under attack.” Changbin reported. “We have to evacuate the Princess, where are you?”

“Fuck, I’m out in the garden, send reinforcements.”

“Understood.” 

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You walked off to let Jinyoung and Chan talk, wondering if he could actually convince him to leave you both alone. You got your answer when Jinyoung came back to you, a big smile on his face.

“We’re good. It’s just us now.”

“Really? What did you say?”

“Well, I just want to spend quality time with the one I love.” Jinyoung took your hand. “Come on.”

The two of you walked hand in hand until you found a nice clearing. You sat down and looked up at the sky, seeing the moons and stars. You leaned back against Jinyoung, wrapped up in his arms.

“Princess.”

“Hm?”

“Have you ever bonded with someone?”

“What kind of question is that? You don’t just bond with anyone. Have you bonded with someone before?”

“No, but I was just wondering. You’re a Princess so things must be different for you.”

“But I’m not gonna be a queen or anything, I’m kinda just doing my own thing.”

“Do you want to run away?”

“Run away? You mean from the palace?”

“Yeah. Like you said, you won’t be a queen, why stay locked up.”

“Hm… as much as I’d want to, I can’t. This is my home, and I’d never want to leave it.”

“I don’t want to leave you.”

“Me?”

“You seem so lonely, and I don’t want you to be like that.”

“I have my royal guards.”

“But they can’t love you the way I do.”

“Jinyoung… what are you talking about?”

“A bond, our bond. Let’s make it official, you and me. Then I can be with you no matter where we go.”

“I’d have to talk to my family. Making things official, and forming a bond are two different things.”

“Princess.”

“In the morning we can talk about it after breakfast.”

“We might not be able to do that.”

“Huh?”

“You know bonds don’t require consent.”

“Uh… yeah, the bonds we form with your parents and siblings are done naturally as-”

“Someone stronger than you can overpower you.”

“Jinyoung.”

“Like you said, you’re no queen, so you never had to be careful.”

“What?”

Jinyoung’s hold on you got stronger, and you suddenly felt his presence in your mind. It wasn’t soft or gentle, but strong, like a weight on your shoulders dragging you down.

“Jinyoung!”

“If you fight me, it hurts. So don’t be stupid.”

“… stop… please…”

“You’ll thank me later.”

You tried to get out of his grasp, but fighting him physically and mentally was too much. The only reason you hadn’t already broken was that your natural psychic abilities were stronger than the average. Still, you knew that you couldn’t hold out forever. You kept fighting him until things went quiet. Before you could process you were yanked out of Jinyoung’s arms and onto your feet. You caught a glimpse of Chan as he led you away by your arm. When you looked back Jinyoung was slumped over, probably knocked out.

“Chan… I…”

“The palace is under attack. We have to get you somewhere safe.”

“Wa… what? Where are you taking me?”

“We have to get you off world.”

“Off world! What about my family! I can’t-”

“Princess there isn’t much time. Everything will be fine but this is a necessary precaution.”

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to-”

“We can talk about this later. Come on now.”

“Sorry…”

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Present

  The last time you were at Jinyoung’s mercy you were saved by your royal guards. This time you were all alone, and stressed by the whole situation. It had been years as well. While you were parading around Earth like a child he had only gotten stronger. You didn’t stand a chance, getting overwhelmed and drowning into the void. You collapsed to the floor, eyes staring up at the ceiling, having a glossy look.

“Take her up to her room.”

“You’ll pay for this!” Changbin yelled. “You’re all dead!”

“If you hurt her!” Jisung threatened. “I will-”

“You don’t need to worry about our dear Princess here, I’m going to take good care of her.”

The boys screamed and thrashed as guards picked you up and dragged you away. For a while the body remained, leaving it as a reminder of what they had done. Then eventually they were left completely alone. A guard came by to give them scraps to eat, but otherwise they had no idea what was happening.

“She must hate us…” Seungmin mumbled. “After everything…”

“That doesn’t matter right now.” Hyunjin reminded. “We have a job to do, and we need to get out of here!”

“How!? I haven’t heard any brilliant ideas from anyone.”

“Don’t forget you haven’t contributed anything either.”

“Enough.” Chan snapped. “We cannot be fighting among ourselves. The Princess is our priority. We need to escape these cells, find her, and get her away from the palace.”

“She is bonded to that monster.” Minho remarked. “We can’t just run away with her.”

“We’ll break it.”

“Ya!” Felix yelled. “One bond was already broken, to break another, the pain-”

“What about the kingdom then? Do you think the-”

They all went silent as the guard entered, although the smell was different this time. The food presented to them actually seemed decent.

“What’s this?” Changbin questioned. “Our final meal?”

“You’re in luck. The coronation is today and-”

“The coronation.” Chan interrupted. “Already…”

“The Princess instead on ascending the throne, it’s about time order was restored.”

“Guard, please, I need to speak with the heads of the Ahgase clan.”

“That’s funny.”

“I’m serious, they can’t do this.”

“Chan, what are you talking about?” Jeongin wondered.

“Listen, I need to speak with them, even if it’s just one it’s important.”

“Prisoners don’t get to make demands.”

Chan reached out of his cell, managing to grab the guard and put them in a choke hold. The guard fought back, managing to stab Chan but he didn’t let go until the guard was incapacitated. The others watched on with wide eyes, concerned over the scene.

“Chan…”

“We need to stop the coronation.”

“Why?”

“I’ll explain later.”

“No, you explain it now.” Hyunjin snapped. “We’ve been locked up for who knows how long and the coronation makes you act? What aren’t you telling us?”

“Hyunjin-”

“We need to trust each other, and right now I don’t.”

Chan got the keys off the guard, opening his cell and getting the inhibitor off. It was refreshing to feel his powers come back to him. Yet as he freed the others he knew Hyunjin was right, they needed to trust each other.

“There’s something else about the crown, something none of us were ever meant to know. The only reason I was informed and not the rest of you is because it is only told to those that need to know. Such as the royal family members who will potentially wear the crown, and the head of their royal guard. Y/n was never supposed to wear the crown, and she certainly can’t wear it in her current state.”

⧫

There was always this fog around you, yet you had your moments of clarity. Jinyoung kept you locked in your room, coming to visit you on occasion. The announcement of your return had been made, and you knew Jinyoung would want to throw you a party. This isn’t how you wanted to end up, but it didn’t change the fact you had a responsibility to the kingdom. When you had the chance you told Jinyoung what you wanted.

“You want your welcome home party to be your coronation?”

“The sooner the better, right? You can also announce… our engagement…”

“I see, you’re finally thinking like my queen.”

“Will you do it, or not?”

“Of course. I look forward to that night.”

A lot had to be prepared for your coronation. Your outfit, the guest list, but you were focused more on what you had to do. The sooner you wore the crown, the sooner things would improve in the kingdom, and for the people. You had already heard from servants around the palace that many were overjoyed to learn you had returned and were home. It was all the more reason to truly take on your responsibilities, regardless of the situation. The day of your coronation, you only looked forward to the main event.

You were escorted to the throne room, seeing the crown for the first time in your life. You always thought you’d see your brother wear it, yet it would go atop your head. A small tear escaped you, but Jinyoung wiped it away for you. He pressed a soft kiss on your head before placing the crown on you. Everyone that was gathered around cheered, and you turned to face them with a smile. Then your eyes landed on the group of boys all the way in the back, recognizing your royal guards. You only saw them for a moment before everything disappeared. One moment you had been in the throne room, the next you seemed to be floating in space.

You screamed and took a few steps back, but you seemed to be on some sort of platform, and you were able to breathe. You had no idea where you were, or how you got there. All around you it seemed to be an endless starry night, that is until you turned around. A woman dressed in white levitated above you, the symbol of the moons and its different phases all around her. Her hair flew shined like moonlight, and she glowed a beautiful white color. Instead of eyes there was just a black void, yet you weren’t afraid. She moved down closer to you, making you take a step back in uncertainty.

“Are you… are you…”

“I am.” The woman came down to your level and took your hands. “My condolences, you were not the one that was meant to be here, but I will make things right.”

⧫

The boys were too late as they entered the throne room, watching as the crown was placed on your head. Everyone cheered before a blinding white light disoriented everyone. Once it had passed everything had changed. Your eyes were glowing white, your body also silhouetted in a similar light, and you were floating off the ground.

“Chan…” Jisung mumbled. “Is that… is that…”

“The goddess of the moons.”

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[copperbadge]

Shivadhverse Chef Romance: Will there be an epic search for a secret Shivadh recipe lost somewhere in the bowels of the palace? Everyone loves a treasure hunt. 😊🏴‍☠️

It's not a bad idea! Might have to include that :D

The basic plot -- which I think I should lay out simply because people are really interested and have a lot of ideas, and I want to both manage expectations and also natter on about the writing -- is a little bit enemies-to-lovers. Well, perhaps rivals-to-lovers.

The idea is that our beloved chef, Simon, has started a recipe blog, and much of the story (not all) will be told through his only slightly unreliable narration, in the form of essays prior to recipes. Not sure if I'm going to include recipes yet; recipes can be copyrighted and a lot of my regular ones are, and I'm not a recipe-maker (aka...a chef, I guess).

Anyway, Simon runs into the Love Interest while buying supplies for the kitchen in town, and they get into a bit of a spat about who's going to get the last [insert ingredient here]. Simon learns that Love Interest is opening a restaurant in Fons-Askaz (of the "home cooking" or "diner" variety) but more or less ignores them. Until he volunteers to help coordinate that year's Reclamation Day food festival and discovers they have also volunteered and they're going to have to work together. They start out prickly with each other but of course sparks fly, and they decide in the end to determine who has the ideal curried chicken salad by holding a competition at the festival.

I won't say more than that, but that's the basic outline. There is space in there somewhere for Michaelis to request a certain food he had as a child in the palace, and for them to have to go looking for it; we know that old palace chef records exist because Eddie was digging around in them in Fete. So hm, making a note of that! :D

#shivadhverse

[savage-rhi]

Friends to Lovers prompt with who other than the Beloved Ardyn!

Sharing clothes in a friendly way.

If you Ardyn lovers say you haven't thought about stealing his coat and wearing it, you're lying. I have had so many people come to the same consensus. We all think about it, HA!

@sillylittlevulpine Okay...I indulged A LOT on this one (in my defense, I needed it as much as it was requested). Hope you like it!

Y/N had been staring at Ardyn’s long coat for what seemed like an eternity, debating with themself. The article should’ve been put up a while ago. Instead, the coat was laid out on the floor along with other garments that had been cleaned and mended. 

Curiosity and resentment had built up in Y/N ever since they were assigned to this task. Folding and tidying up the Chancellors' wardrobe was not what they signed up for. Come to think of it, Y/N believed Ardyn didn’t make the request in the first place. From previous conversations, he seemed to pride himself on taking care of most of his personal items. The only time Y/N had encountered behavior to the contrary, was when Ardyn wanted to indulge in food and wine, especially when he wasn’t in the mood to make anything himself. 

This had to be the Imperial Keepers' idea…Y/N thought bitterly to themself. It made sense the longer Y/N thought it through. If Y/N didn’t know better, the Imperial Keeper probably did it to add further insult to injury them, on account they had come down with a nasty cold during the week and had been slow with duties. There was also the spat that happened between Ardyn and the Keeper. The latter having been slighted, purposefully by Ardyn to prove a rather crude point to his colleagues. In all honesty, with the rotten attitude the Imperial Keeper had that day, Y/N thought he deserved it. 

“The jerk weaponized me as a biohazard to the Chancellor,” Y/N muttered to themself, letting their conclusion sink in. It made sense. Why else send an obviously sick attendant to take care of a higher-ups personal items even though it was out of character for those services to be requested? 

“I should leave. Have someone else do it. Screw points getting docked.” Y/N said aloud, but then they found themself back in the conundrum that had them stuck on Ardyn’s living room floor in the first place. The resentment had come and gone, now curiosity came flooding back. 

Y/N’s tired eyes combed over the material of the jacket, admiring the stitchwork and the different textures complimenting each other. They recalled Ardyn telling them long ago that it was customized just for him. He certainly wasn’t lying. The tiny details here and there was evidence that whoever made it had very careful hands and machine-like focus. 

The coat wasn’t the most expensive thing Y/N had come across while being in service to the empire, but the reputation it got from its owner was enough to make Y/N scared of ruining it by touch, even though the poor garment had seen better days. Y/N lost count of how many times Ardyn had to get the coat mended because he got into an altercation, or didn’t bother to take it off when going into hostile land. One would think he didn’t care much for it, but Y/N remembered Ardyn’s wrath when someone tried to pawn it off for gil after stealing it. He was stuck in his chambers for two whole days while people searched for the thief. It was quite the tantrum over a material good, however, Y/N figured it held some strong sentimental value. Plus, it looked warm and inviting. Something Y/N desperately needed at the moment. 

Y/N’s body shuddered from the fever they had been enduring. They hated this. How one moment their body would feel boiling hot, then would feel so cold it was as if Shiva herself resurrected and brought another age of ice upon Eos. The goosebumps down their arms felt like tiny mosquito bites, and they coughed into their arm horribly as their temps began to cool off once more. 

Ardyn and the rest of the Imperial Council were currently in session. Those meetings tended to last several hours. There were still two hours left before Y/N’s next assignment would be put in place by the Imperial Keeper, so they had plenty of downtime. Maybe…Y/N thought to themself. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt anything if they put it on for a bit, just to get warm again. 

“Gods be damned,” Y/N sighed, closing their eyes and bitterly huffed before grabbing the coat. 

Ardyn let out a deep breath when he approached the doors to his chambers, rubbing his eyes for a moment. After enduring a half hour of old men fighting over scraps when it came to the war budget, he promptly conjured a tall tale to get out of staying put. Somehow Aldercapt approved and he made a beeline for the doors.

“You are not leaving me alone with senile degenerates,” Verstael whispered with contention as Ardyn walked past his chair. The infighting was so loud, that no one paid the side conversation any mind. 

“My dear friend, you're an old-timer among the flock yourself!” Ardyn mused, putting a hand on his peer’s shoulder, earning a raised brow from Verstael as he looked up to meet Ardyn’s mischievous grin. “You might as well be insulting the years of wisdom that show decadently upon your wrinkled face!” 

“Hmpf,” Verstael narrowed his eyes, shaking his head and he slapped Ardyn’s hand away. His right eye twitched from the chuckle that escaped his colleague. “Funny you call me such a thing when you should be dust at this rate.” 

“True as that may be,” Ardyn began. “Between the two of us old men, I’m the better-looking one.” 

“You better leave before we not only have a mutiny among the council, but a homicide as well.” 

“And I’m off!” Ardyn chuckled, giving a sarcastic wave with his right hand before departing. 

The memory had Ardyn amused for a time in the present. It was enough to pull him out of his negative thoughts from before, now focusing on things that gave him pleasure. Taking a nap after nursing a bottle of wine was starting to become more enthralling by the second, and he wasted no time venturing into his abode. 

Ardyn had done this so many times, that he didn’t initially know he wasn’t by himself. He started going through his routine; taking off his vest and discarding it followed by his red scarf. He hung them up on a hook nearby, then started thinking about his jacket; wondering if it had been returned from the cleaners yet. That’s when Ardyn stopped midway taking off his hat, hearing a noise coming from his television set in his living room. He put his hat back on, and cautiously began to tiptoe toward the noise, bracing himself for the possibility of a fight. 

To Ardyn’s surprise and shock, he saw Y/N sitting on the couch, leaning forward toward the TV. His coat snugged around their body like an oversized blanket, as if he had never been its proper owner. To say he was speechless was an understatement. No one ever had the gall to get this comfortable in his personal quarters and he became greatly amused at the sight. 

Ardyn decided to let the silence play out for a little while, making observations while he ventured close without making a sound up until he cleared his throat. 

“I see you’ve made yourself at home.” Ardyn sarcastically stated, making his presence known upon arriving at the back of the couch. 

“Shit!” Y/N exclaimed. They attempted to scramble off the couch, only to fall over themselves in a clumsy fashion, while quickly grabbing for the remote and turning the television off. Panting heavily, they quickly spun and looked up at Ardyn. Y/N watched him raise a brow, smiling like he caught someone red-handed while he crossed his arms. 

“I--can explain this,” Y/N gestured at the coat. “I promise I wasn’t going to steal--”

“My attire looks rather fetching on you,” Ardyn interrupted. His eyes scanned Y/N over and his smile grew. “I’m almost jealous you’re outperforming me.” 

“What?” Y/N flatly blurted and furrowed their brows.  “You’re not upset?” 

“Far from it,” Ardyn smirked. “Of all the things I could’ve come home to, I’d rather deal with an Imperial Help trying on my clothes for kicks than an assassin wanting to present my head to the King of Lucis. Although I’ve grown fond of our conversations, Y/N, I don’t recall requiring your services for the day. Come to think of it, I don’t believe we were to see one another until the weekend. Did you miss me that much?”

"You wish..." Y/N rolled their eyes playfully and sighed, feeling relief wash over them at the fact he wasn’t enraged. Had this been Verstael, or anyone else, the consequences would’ve been costly. 

“The Imperial Keeper said you needed help with your laundry today. I figured he was lying, but I came out of obligation.” Y/N shrugged. 

“How dutiful of you,” Ardyn quipped. He briefly glared, making a mental note to have a word with the Keeper at a later date. Ardyn focused suddenly on Y/N’s features, noting their color looked more dull than usual, followed by their body tremoring under his coat. 

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked, breaking Ardyn out of his observations. 

“You’re unwell.” 

“Am I that obvious?” Y/N teased, then sniffled and almost felt themself sneeze. 

“You’d certainly give a fresh corpse a run for its gil.” Ardyn chuckled darkly, enjoying the brief glare Y/N shot at him before they began coughing, and instinctively he took a step forward. Ardyn only stopped when Y/N gestured with their free hand for him to halt. 

“I don’t want to get you sick,” Y/N said in between fits. “I can take your coat to the cleaning center, and get it decontaminated.” 

“There’s no need for such hysterics,” Ardyn waved them off and approached Y/N’s personal space. He didn’t give them any time to react before he felt their forehead and then checked their pulse. “I don’t get sick easily like most. However, I am curious as to why the Imperial Keeper would send someone of your ailment my way. Feeling hot and cold?” 

“Uh huh,” Y/N nodded, recoiling a little from Ardyn’s touch due to sensitivity. “I think he wanted me to get you sick if I’m being honest. He didn't take too kindly to being thrown under a bus at the emperor's reception.” 

“Well, he’s going to be in for a rude awakening,” Ardyn said as a matter of fact. His tone was bordering between sinister and playful. He took note of Y/N’s fear, and his expression softened after he finished assessing. “Do you have other obligations today?” 

“I have a councilmen’s filing cabinet to clean out, and a few beds to make.” Y/N breathed. “Why do you ask?” 

“I must implore you to stay and rest here.” 

“Here?” 

“Why not? You seemed to be getting on quite well making use of my home for your own enjoyment.” Ardyn said playfully with a shrug. 

“The Imperial Keeper--” 

“Can kiss both our asses for all I care,” Ardyn finished, leaving Y/N speechless at his bold proclamation. “I’m not sending you away when you clearly have a fever. That wouldn’t sit well on my conscience.” 

“I thought you didn’t like people. You said so yourself a few days ago that company drains you.”  

“That remains true as ever, alas,” Ardyn paused and he smiled while his right hand cupped Y/N’s face. His thumb carefully stroked over their cold skin and his eyes sadly glanced over their features. “You are in no such category.” 

“Oh…” 

Dumbfounded didn’t quite capture how Y/N felt at the moment, but it was close. The only thing Y/N could really focus on was how warm his touch was, and how their pulse seemed to skyrocket at the act. As soon as it began, Ardyn retreated his hand away and took a step back, and Y/N foolishly found themself missing the contact. 

Their eyes focused on Ardyn as his right hand began rubbing at his chin. His gaze became scrutinizing as if he was judging a piece of art. Y/N didn’t know if they should’ve felt flattered or scared. Maybe both. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Ah, it’s nothing too drastic I assure you, but I am finding that although my coat suits you well, it’s missing something that ties it all together,” Ardyn said as a matter of fact. He wasted no effort in taking off his hat, and with care, he placed it on top of Y/N’s head.

“There we go! The wardrobe crisis has been averted!”  

The hat sunk a little on Y/N initially, and they used their left thumb to prop it back up. They laughed, feeling their face turning red at Ardyn’s action. He too chortled, looking impressed with himself up until Y/N appeared to be frightened. 

“You look as if the Gods will smite you at any second.” Ardyn pointed out. 

“You're more open minded to classes mingling than others. I think we both know had this been any other councilmen or the emperor, I wouldn’t be standing. Especially if I was caught trying on their clothes.” 

“True,” Ardyn nodded. “Yet here you are.” 

“Here I am.” 

A calm silence fell between Y/N and Ardyn as they fondly looked upon the other. It was only when Ardyn guided Y/N to the couch did both break away from the spell. He lay down and got comfortable, and calmly guided Y/N to lie against him. He could sense their apprehension and spoke up. 

“I can run cold unlike most people,” Ardyn paused, reminding himself not to get too comfortable revealing his secrets. “Between the coat and myself, you’ll have an easier time resting.”

“Isn’t this overstepping several boundaries?” Y/N murmured against his chest. Sure enough, he was true to his word: it was as if on cue, Ardyn had gone from feeling like a warm furnace to a cold sheet that had been left to dry in the bitter wind. It was eerie, the whole thing, but their mind and body were too tired and miserable to think any deeper about it. The exhaustion from the long day, on top of the excitement from earlier, had Y/N feeling drowsy.

“Yes as a matter of fact,” Ardyn murmured and closed his eyes. “Alas, no one’s here to bear witness so it doesn’t matter. What happens in my chambers, stays in my chambers. However, if you’re uncomfortable, you can retreat to my room. I won’t disturb you while I remain here. I was planning to take a nap anyway.” 

“I can’t hog your bed,” Y/N’s eyes fluttered open and closed. Their mind was being lulled to rest by how cool Ardyn felt, and how cozy his jacket felt against them. “What about the Imperial Keeper?” 

“I’ll deal with it. You won’t receive consequence, I assure you.” 

“What about--”

“Y/N,”

“Yes?”

“Be a dear and hush. You're not the only one who had a long and dreary day dealing with men who are vultures.” He commanded bluntly. 

Y/N’s eyes finally gave into the weight and shut, all the while their lips smiled so big from his remark it began to hurt for a time. The last thing they could recall before drifting off into unconsciousness, was the rumbling of Ardyn’s chest when he laughed at their weak chuckle.

As soon as Ardyn felt Y/N fall asleep, he opened his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose. Frustration graced his amber hues while his right arm wrapped around Y/N’s body. This little friendship wasn’t supposed to get to this point. Ardyn had a feeling Y/N thought the same thing. He wondered how much longer it would be before someone in court caught onto the special treatment he freely gave to them. He also wondered how long it would be before Y/N would discover what he really was. That made Ardyn more uneasy than the former and his mind began to travel. All it would take is one slip-up, one mistake to undo his mask.

It became clear that Ardyn wouldn’t get that nap he yearned for after all, and he resided himself to his fate. 

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[temmtamm]

"I WISH I HATED YOU."

PHILLIP WITTEBANE X WITCH READER

TRIGGERS: SLIGHTLY SEXUAL, (LAP SITTING AND REFERENCES TO PAST RELATIONS) WOUND TALK AND BEAST TALK.

"Phillip fucking Wittebane!! You open this damned door right now!!" 

"Heart! You swear like a comfit makers lover!! One of such rank shouldn't use such vulgar wor-" 

Phillip's words were cut short by the doors to the home being slammed open by (Y/N) they stormed forward to the Brunette, pausing once their faces met. Their glaring eyes scanned over Phillips, attempting to see if he held any remorse in his gaze. 

They found none. 

"What the fuck was that earlier? You were a mess!! I'm happy to deal with that but not in front of my family! It's fucking different in front of others- in front of my loved ones! I understand you being a human and having some amount of disdain for witches but don't forget that I'm a witch! And- shock of all shocks- I COME FROM A FAMILY OF THEM!! You lashed at my brotheren- Quite literally! You hit my brother!" The witch seethed, their nose wrinkling as they scrunched it up into a cringe. "Clean yourself up." 

"Listen, my dear. I have the deepest apologies, truly." He muttered a small bit under his breath in hopes that they wouldn't hear but (Y/N) still caught it

"Even though that prick deserved it." 

He spoke up to your level once again, carrying on with his apology. "I'll work it out tonight. I'll meet up with your family and discuss it alone...i just need some...energy-" His hand absentmindedly reached out towards the desk besides his chair to clutch onto a Palismen though you were quick to grab his wrist to stop him. 

"How many Palisman is that now?" 

"I feed modestly. Just not when I am angered." 

(Y/N) moved their other hand and scooped up the wooden creature, earning an annoyed scowl from their beloved. "Phillip. Can you not ease up a bit? Keep this up and you will grow a tolerance. Then your body wont be getting the value of it." 

Phillip sighed softly, his mouth twitching as it avoided curling into a grin. "And since when did you have a healers knowledge?" He knew they had somewhat of a point. But he also knew the witch had never seen him out of control of this..."curse". If they thought his actions that night were awful, then they'd be down right horrified at his actions underneath the curse. 

"You're smiling cause you know I'm right." (Y/N) teased as they allowed their annoyed expression to lighten up into a somewhat eased one.

"HA." Phillip spat out in a dry tone that lacked any humor despite its words- well, more like word. 

"Seriously though. Lay off that stuff, Phillip. You act like you're addicted to it or something." With the last sentence, (Y/N) moved the creature towards their face so they could examine it. What's so great about it anyways? 

Their train of thought was broken by the brunettes arms shaking around the witches waist and pulling them forward so they were practically on his lap. "I'll take a break from it when I need to. Just hand me the Palisman and we can take advantage of that energy boost it gives me, alright?" 

(Y/N) snorted and placed a finger on the humans nose. 'Booping' him. "You make a convincing argument but I'm serious about this, my dear." 

He grumbled and bit at the inside of his cheek, trying to control himself and his temper as to not lash out at his beloved. "...Fine...Fine!! Can we just relax then? Talk like we used to?" He squinted his eyes, examine (Y/N)'s reaction to see if that was the right thing to say. It seems like it might be been since a small smile crawled upon their lips. 

"Aww, is Phillip the adventurer feeling nostalgic?" 

"I'm feeling stressed. But seeing as how you're depriving me of Palisman as if it's mead, I'll have to use you as a stress reliever." 

"Say what you want but I'm still choosing to believe that you're just feeling nostalgic from our honeymoon phase.~" (Y/N) purred out in a honey-soaked tone as one hand cupped the males cheek. Meanwhile, their other hand was extended away from Phillip so he couldn't pull a fast one and snatch the Palisman. 

"I am going to murder you in your sleep one day." Phillip grumbled, words sounding a tad more meaningful than he'd care to admit. Though, despite his words he allowed himself to lean into the witches touch. 

How fiendish this witch was...Their cursed enchanting spells being able to make him be so physical with them. The creature he dedicated his life to hunting and killing. Despite his claims to hate this witch though, he still goes out of his way to see them- to touch them. 

He both hated and loved running his fingers through their disgusting, silly, hai- 

The man snaps back to reality in time to hear the witches comeback to his remark. "Who's going to finance your little trips through the Boiling Isles then?" 

The two were filled in silence as Phillip had no come back. Phillip's icy blue eyes locked with (Y/N)'s (E/C) eyes. 

After a bit, (Y/N) broke the eye contact in favor of resting their head on Phillip's chest. "Hey, Human? Do you believe in love?" 

"Hmm...Negative. At least, not the storybook kind of love. I suppose some people might truly love each other but that's not what we are, is it? I do appreciate you though. I mean on an emotional level. Not like that but you're a really good fighter, as well as financial help. You've been there for me a lot, and you are a powerful ally. I like what we have. It's not love, farthest from it, but it's ours...though, I suppose that's rather cheesy, eh?" 

A smile curled upon (Y/N)'s lips as they lifted up their head to plant a kiss on the humans jawline. 

"You can get away with it. You're cute when you're cheesy. You're really smart and I admire the way you run a tight ship when it comes to your companions." 

Phillip gritted his teeth as he felt the muscles on his hands convulse. He could even feel that oh-so-familiar green liquid seecreting from his skin. 

He needed that Palisman.

"You think rather highly of me, don't you, witch? I do hope you are able to forgive me then." 

A confused expression crossed the witches face but was quickly changed to a pained one as they felt the tips of the now gooey and distorted arms fingers dig into the (S/C) skin of their back where he was holding them. They let out a pained yell, their hands moving to clutch onto his wrist. "Phillip, what the fu-" The witch lifted up their gaze only to notice that almost all of the humans right side had been coated in that familiar....slime (?) That his arm seemed to be made up of. No words escaped Phillip. All that left them were ragged and sharp breaths, trying to contain themselves. 

Finally, words croaked out of their mouth. They were deep and the desperation in their town almost echoed off the walls. "Palisman....now.." Phillip hissed out as if every word pained him to say. 

(Y/N) glanced down at the wooden animal in their hands as they thought. 

.... 

Fuck it. Phillip's well being is worth more than some dumb morals. 

With a twist, they cracked the creature open and extended it out to the human, allowing the soul of the animal enter (practically all) the orifices upon his face. 

With a honestly quite terrifying beastial growl, Phillip let go of the witch, causing for them to fall off of his lap and down on the floor with an audible grunt. 

His hands moved to clutch onto his face, his fingers tightening dangerously on his skin. 

(Y/N) heaved and pulled themselves up as they examined the human. They watches as the green liquid either slid off of his body or fused into his skin, retreating into himself. His breaths were more like pants and the air grew humid from them. 

"That.....That curse really is that bad...huh?" (Y/N) managed to squeeze those words out of their throat as their hands touched at the wound he marked upon them. 

Phillip managed to bring himself to straighten up a bit and make eye contact with the witch. 

"I told you I needed that Palisman.." His voice was stern and almost filled with distaste. His icy blue orbs slowly lowered onto the bloodied hand of the witch that was cupped over skin on their back, just below the arch of their back. 

'I....Apologies, my love...i should've explained the severity of the curse." Phillip internally screamed at himself. He shouldn't apologize to this foul beast! Serves them right from depriving him of his supply! They should've kept their nose out of his business! Curse them and the spells they must've used upon him to play with his heart as if it was an instrument as well as give him remorse for such a disgusting creature. 

He stood up from his seat and stepped closer to the witch, moving to touch their wrist in an attempt to pull their hand away and examine the wound. 

"I can fix it..." Was all he croaked out, though the witch shook their head in reply. 

"I've got it. I know healing spells, Phillip. You're lucky you're a good asset, otherwise I wouldn't put up with you even so much as laying a finger upon me." 

"Asset? Is that all you see me as? Cause I recall the other ni-" 

(Y/N) practically bared their teeth. "Can it. Doesn't mean I won't make you pay for what you did. And you still owe my family an apology." 

Phillip sighed and moved to cup the witches face.

"My dear, you're lucky the titan has blessed you with the wit and looks of a Royal." 

"Just say you love me and move on, human. Now come on and help me with getting some bandages, will ya?" 

He would've scoffed if any other person had said that to him. But because it was them,  he was quick to follow with their demands. 

This witch had really cast a spell on him, huh? His heart was practically putty for them to play with. 

He wished he hated it. 

Thanks for reading~

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[orchid3a]

THE TAILOR OF ENBIZAKA - M. TAKASHI

✦ synopsis ↷ A tailor’s revenger towards his cheating lover

✦ pairing ↷ Yandere!Tailor!Mitsuya Takashi x gn!reader

✦ tws ↷ YANDERE, IMPLIED MURDER AND ACTUAL MURDER, implied choking, reader's pronoun are they/them, they are called lover by tsuya, mitsuya isn’t a reliable narrator, mention of intrusion, mention of blood and scissors, mention of cheating, lazy-proofreading 

✦ note ↷ this should be the third fic but... uni sucks so yeah, don’t worry doll should come out next week!! writing mitsuya was tricky here eheh, hope everyone loves it as much as i do!! lemme know if you understood the “real story” i will not spoil anymore!!!

to better understand the fic, listen to the song and the cover!! i really like both versions!!!!

reblogs and comments are appreciated!!

In the only tailor shop of Enbizaka, a small town lost into the woods, far away from the lively Japanese capital, Kyoto, a handsome man with long lilac hair, that elegantly reach his slender shoulders, is working until the sun set and changes place with the bright moon.

However, the poor tailor, Mitsuya Takashi, despite his attempt to focus on the new nagagi he is sewing, can’t help but wonder the whereabouts of his lover, (y/n). 

His beloved lover, who always cheats on him with someone else, every time Mitsuya sees them, there is always another man linking his arm with them. His lover isn’t shameful to cheat on him under the town people’s eyes, making Mitsuya utterly defeated by such acts.

Takashi shakes his head, as he continues to clutch his scissors, a gift from his mother, before he continues cutting and sewing the fabric. Then he notices, that strangely the blades are dyed in a dark red color, maybe he dropped them when he was dying a cloth.

After stitching and cutting one last time, the cloth is finally done, a beautiful red nagagi, adorned with a deep blue haori, maybe this new attire will make his lover fall in love with him. He is sure they will like the golden flowery hair pin he found for them. Despite the condition of the beautiful pin when he first found it, red liquid dirtying the flower, Takashi polished it, and now it is shining again.

His lover will finally see how Takashi loves them and will stop cheating him. He chuckles, imagining the beautiful smile that will adorn their face when they will see the gift, he prepared for them. Takashi quickly changes and gets out, going towards the house of his lover. Unfortunately, his lover decided again to stay in some other men’s house, how could they be so shameless?

The Shiba household

Takashi frowns, seeing where his lover is living, he is sure that (y/n) chose the Shibas only for their money, and that makes Takashi sad. He knows he doesn’t make enough money to maintain both him and them, but one day he will be rich enough to buy everything his lover wants. (y/n) should just patiently wait and stop being greedy. 

Taking a deep breath, he enters the household, quietly searching for his beloved lover, strangely the house is too quiet, maybe they are all out.

Hearing soft cries, Takashi enters a room, and he is relived to see his lover, (y/n), but he is shocked to see them covering their face as they are crying. 

Why are they crying? Did the Shiba oldest son hurt them? 

Before he could ask anything to them, his lover gasped shocked to see him, as they crawled away from him.

“W-Who are you? H-How could you enter my house?”

“My love, I am here to pick you up and return to our home.”

“Our home? I’m sorry, but do I know you? Leave before I call the servants.”

Takashi’s eyes widen, how could his lover spat such cruel words? After all, he did to them, all the men he killed for them, how could they ignore his feelings? 

“Leave my ho- Is that blood?” 

Blood?

Takashi looks at his clothes and hands and notices red liquid all over them, he is confused, couldn’t his lover see that it’s just red dye, the same one he uses to dye his clothes. He just forgot to clean his hands.

“You… You killed my husband! You killed my siblings-in-law! You are the murderer!” (y/n) scream as they rise up and run away from him.

Husband? 

Takashi is their husband, how could they forget it? Takashi remembers when they told him those three words, Takashi remembers the burning love he felt while they became one, Takashi remembers how happy they were.

He runs after them, and grabs their wrist, however (y/n) tries to get free, and they fall on the ground, with Takashi hovering them. 

His lover’s eyes become teary as they struggle and insult him, reminding him that they don’t know his name… His lover is so cruel, how could they joke on their love?

“P-Please leave me! I don’t want to die!” (y/n) begs once again, their eyes tearing up and sobbing, their body struggling to get free. 

Takashi can't believe what he is hearing, it must be a cruel prank from his lover. Yes, it must be that, after all Takashi killed their lover, Shiba Taiju, then the sister, Shiba Yuzuha, and finally the brother, Shiba Hakkai. There is no other explanation, his lover is just playing, but Takashi knows how to calm them.

He kisses them gently one last time, murmuring sweet promises as his hands gently wrap around their neck. 

The town of Enbizaka is still shocked after the murders of the Shiba household, and no one knows what happened to the lover of the oldest Shiba heir. 

Despite the surrounding chaos, Takashi is still buried in his shop, sewing and preparing new clothes, he seems completely unfazed by the situation.

Cutting the last tread, Takashi places the scissors on the table and gets to the window, observing the small garden behind his shop. 

He smiles, seeing now the buds slowly blossoming, hoping that his lover will appreciate the new flowers he planted just for them.

His beloved lover is buried in a safe place now, and will never leave him again.

Takashi grabs again his scissor and the returns to his work, he needs to sew the new dress for them, otherwise how they will smile at him again?

Come, let’s begin tailoring

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