#needless to say I am VERY excited for no way home | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

scara-hater · 1 year

Note

HELLO I

AM HERE TO REQUEST

Cyno, Tighnari, Wanderer, and Xiao with a reader who feels lonely when they're gone so they knitted/made a mini plushie of them to hug and coddle with affection everyday

Cause plushies are cute and plushie of your favorite character? I will be gripping that piece of cotton for dear life

Idk if you have a character limit so you can just choose how many and who you want to write for, for this request :))

Anon this is so cute?? Yes yes and yes! Apologies if I misinterpret the request! I also got too excited, so apologies x2 if it seems rushed!

Not proofread! One day I will create a masterpiece when i actually edit my work.

Pt.2! <--

——————————————————————————-

Cyno

You two stay in touch as much as you can, but him being the general Mahamatra keeps your relationship distanced at times. He’s dedicated to his work and everything within the gaps means nothing. With you being the exception, kind of. He tries to make time, but if he views something important, he’ll mutter a quick apology before leaving you to sit around the house alone.

You actually told him that when he is absent, you cuddle a makeshift Cyno instead. You love that thing so much, it never leaves your side. Even when exiting the confines of your home, it is safely secured in your bag. Explaining to him that It’s just comforting, knowing that if the real Cyno can’t be there, at least you have one that stays with you at all times.

But something about that innocent statement, left a wavering feeling in is mind.

after he bid farewell, and was far beyond sight, it lingered in his brain.

You on the other hand, were missing him something fierce. The doll was made out of old materials that belonged to the white haired general, so it made it very soothing when you would hold it to your face. It’s smelled of his freshness, and if you closed your eyes, could imagine him there.

And as the day passes and the sun greets the moon, you grow tired as your eyes can no longer fight your sleep. Now, all that can be heard are your soft snores within the bedroom.

Meanwhile, thousands of meters away, Cyno lay awake. Chewing at the feeling he’s had all day, a doll? Of him? While he finds endearment in that and loves you even more for it, the emotions mixing in his chest sit unlabelled. Rolling to his side he shuts his eyes and awaits to see you in the morning.

And believe me, when he came home and saw you cuddling your dear doll, it hit him like ten million bricks.

He felt guilty.

“Wake up, I want to hold you.”

Tighnari

Told you he’s going to be gone for at most a week and apologized for leaving so suddenly, not forgetting to hug you before he parted ways. Though when he’s gone it feels so quiet. Always resulting in solemn feeling in your chest, you sit around thinking of ways to feel better, until one day it just clicks. make a little fox friend!

You run to your mess of a crafting table and start sewing. With a few stabs and much focused stitch work, you finally have it, your very own fennec fox hybrid! Admiring your accomplishment, you hold the treasure to your chest.

Days past and the mini companion never left your grasp. It sat in your lap as you ate and layed in your arms as you slept, needless to say the doll eased your sadness when Tighnari was gone. It truly helped you through some of those nights he couln’t be with you. And in all honesty? he to misses your company just as much.

Counting down each day until he can nest in-between your body once again, feeling the warmth of your embrace, Archons he’s thankful everything ended early.

Entering the city, putting his work aside and rushing home, he acknowledges the might night return, so he puts in an effort to silently crawl unto the covers without waking you. Now lifting your arm to lay under, only to find something invading his spot. That’s his spot y/n, just what lays in his way?

He picks it up, and upon further insection, it looks exactly like him. It’s a doll.

You really are just the cutest.

Carefully moving it to the side, he then finally shimmy’s into the bed, at last in your hold. Your hands find their place, and he falls asleep, knowing he chose the right mate.

Wanderer

Is often aiding the traveller in their goal of finding their twin. That and tasking in odd jobs around Sumeru, so usually chunks of your day has been dedicated to creating a partner to keep you from feeling empty. And now that it is complete, you can cuddle it as much as you want! Fiddling with it’s nubby hands and tracing it’s rosy cheeks, this was by far the best idea and probably the greatest thing you’ve crafted.

Lone days now accompanied by a tiny wanderer. How cute is that?

“What the hell is that?”

Oh, you didn’t hear him come in, “what, this?” You lift up the dainty thing, “why its you! Just travel size, you’re too big to carry you know?” You joke while he glares at the object. “I can see that, but just why do you have it? Are you going to give that one a consciousness too?” Ahh you see,

he’s jealous.

Putting the doll down, you fold your arms and tell him to look at you “ Are you seriously going to hate on something that was made so horribly? Look at it! If that thing was conscious, it would beg me to turn it back to mere cloth and string.” Pointing at it you continue, “I only made it because when you leave, I do miss you sometimes, is that such a crime?”

Certainly not, he loves it and finds his chest swelling.

“Perhaps not, though I am the only one you should be directing your affections, I too am a doll y/n, or have you forgotten?.” He turns around to escape the ever growing blush reaching his face. Though the tips of his ears are a dead give away.

Xiao

Watches over liyue, that is his priority when it comes to what he does.

And it is hurtful on nights like this one. Today was tiring and draining. Working in a noisy part of the city and interacting with less than enjoyable customers is not what you wanted to deal with. But life goes on, and all you wanted was to see your Adeptus and tell him about how awful today was.

Though, you remind yourself about his duties, and opt for a solution. Taking out your knitting needles, you begin your plan of a replacement Xiao. Harmless and fun. Plus when you succeed, the victory is even greater when you get to cuddle it while sitting down. It’s small and squishable, they both totally have the same vibe. The only difference is, your knitted partner wears a happy smile. Bringing one to your face as well. Oh how you wish he was next to you right now, holding it closer as you caress it’s cheeks with your thumb.

“Did you call me.”

“AH-“ falling of your chair, the squishy mini xiao flies out of your lap and lands on the floor. “Jeez, make some of sound before talking into my ear like that.” Looking his way, you see his gazed locked on the item on the floor. “Uhh, hehe yeah, um- when you’re gone I miss you and stuff so I made it to keep me company.” You say, hoping he didn’t find you terribly weird. Yet, you see him walk over to his mini figure and pick it up, looking over it. And seeing how much effort you put in makes him feeling all tingly.

“Summon me when you feel you want my company y/n, say the word and I’ll be here.” Archons he is so precious, “ I know that, but I don’t want to burden you when there are important matters to attend.” Now that put a pout on Xiao’s face. “you could never burden me.” He takes your hands in his,

“I will never ignore your call.”

Now, on days where you both reside together, two dolls can be seen placed on a shelf next to one another.

Requests open!

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #wanderer x reader #cyno x reader #tighnari x reader #xiao x reader #genshin x you #the wanderer #adeptus xiao #genshin cyno #tighnari #KISS SMOOCH MWAHH #genshin x yn

2K notes · View notes

raainberry · 4 months

Text

Holiday +One

« Define “plus one”. »

Jihyo x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - the cat distribution system chose you but jihyo is skeptical about it

wordcount - 1.2K

T/W - Food

A/N - and if i said i used to hate cats… i am ashamed you are allowed to boo me. Anyways, here’s a little something I thought up last night. Happy holidays to all who celebrate!

“Baby, look!”

Jihyo jumped at your sudden eruption, hearing the front door slam behind you. She barely had time to look towards it that you had already reached her.

You were grinning ear to ear, a sight that didn’t surprise her as she’d heard the excitement in your voice loud and clear. What did surprise her though, is what you held in your hands and were practically shoving into her face.

“Y/n, what is that?” She leaned back, trying to focus on the ball of fur you so cautiously secured in between your hands.

“It’s a kitten!” You said excitedly, practically jumping in place as she stared in disbelief.

She had many questions, but you were actually holding a kitten, no doubt about it. Its fur looked a bit shriveled and the color seemed toned down by light dirt, making it clear you’d picked it up in the streets.

That was one more question answered.

“I can see that.” She said, but her voice and hesitant words exposed how confused she was.

You expected it. After all, it’s not every day you decide to rescue an adorable little kitten on your way home from work. The small cat had followed you down a whole street after your stop at a bakery, climbing one of your legs when you finally noticed and stopped to pet it.

As soon as you heard the squeaky meowing, it was over for you. A done deal that you knew Jihyo wouldn’t be all that convinced about, but you couldn’t just leave it there. The streets were humid and cold at this time of the year, it would just be plain cruel.

You convinced yourself you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you didn’t at least help the kitten find a warmer place, even if it weren’t with you. So you texted Jihyo, telling her you’d be a little late but that it would probably be worth it before making your way to the nearest vet.

It was quite the detour. Half an hour to and from there, making you get to the apartment two hours later than you were supposed to. You made sure the visit was worth the scolding you knew was awaiting, getting all kinds of checks on the animal to get the odds in your favor.

Jihyo was nothing if not preventing, something you’d fallen for apart from her kindness and obviously good looks. You knew that she’d send you to get the kitten checked as soon as you’d step inside with it, so might as well get it over with.

Needless to say, you were confident and hoped she would let you take it in yourself with all these proofs of a healthy kitten.

She would have, if it weren’t for one small detail.

“Are you sure it’s not lost?” She asked, causing your smile to drop along with your shoulder.

You had shown her the papers, the kitten was sitting quietly and comfortably in her hands now, giving a glimpse of a life you’d dared to dream of for a moment.

“Hyo…” You whined. “I don’t know, they didn’t find a chip.”

“Let’s wait a few days and see if there’s any missing cat posters popping up.” She said, her tone firm.

The sight didn’t quite match what you were hearing, and it amused you. By the looks of it, it seemed she wasn’t really hoping for those posters either.

Her focus was busy coddling the small cat, her fingers gently scratching its fur and causing a very much audible purring from it. You grinned happily, leaving the papers behind as you felt eager to join the picture.

You could see it all already, the days spent cuddling and loving this cat together no matter how much it gave back, jokingly referring to it as your child but calling it the other’s as soon as it ruined one of your items.

It seemed so fun and exciting, but as soon as you wrapped your arm around her shoulder, you felt it all crumble in a comedic way.

The glare she sent you was a cold shower, rendering your dreams of a happy family into a mush of fake nostalgia and ruined hope.

She was in a mood.

You almost wondered why, suddenly remembering how late it was and how you’d forgotten to apologize.

Then the delicious smell of chocolate chip cookies hit your nose, reminding you of how you’d told her you wanted to learn her recipe and help her that same morning.

You bit your bottom lip, trapping it between your teeth as the guilt started to get to you.

You knew it wasn’t that big of a deal, or else she probably would have dealt with you as soon as you stepped inside. That only made you feel even worse, undeserving of her love—maybe that’s why she wasn’t giving you any at the moment.

You cleared your throat, removing your hand from her shoulder to scratch the back of your neck. Jihyo remained focused on the kitten, visibly endeared. The sight gave you mixed feelings now, but you pushed through the discomfort for the sake of her.

“A-are you okay?” You hesitated, earning her eyes on you.

You could tell she was trying to stay serious, her glare was weaker than usual. She tried really hard, but given the context of it all, the way you were looking at her and the cat’s sudden meowing... She was only human.

A human who had a soft spot for cats and loved an idiot she called her partner.

So she only managed to hold it for a few seconds before a smile cracked her demeanor, sending you both into a laughing fit.

“Of course I’m not okay!” She said, landing a playful slap on your shoulder. “You left me alone to bake the cookies.”

“I know, I’m really sorry.” You pouted, throwing your arms around her in another attempt to have her close to you after such a long day.

Thankfully she let you this time, but made sure to leave enough space for the kitten not to suffocate in your embrace like she was.

“But look I brought you a cutie pie!” You smiled, pulling away to pet who you already considered as one.

“I’m pretty sure I asked you to get a cake on your way back. We’re leaving for your parents’ tomorrow morning.” She reminded, and you stopped to look at her.

“Well, I got that too.” You smiled proudly. “It’s still in the car, though.”

Jihyo rolled her eyes at you, although she was unable to wipe that smile off her face. “You’re lucky it’s cute.”

“Am I forgiven?” You asked, lifting your eyebrows in hopes of rivaling the small furball in her hands.

She looked up at you, squinting her eyes as she thought about it. Even like that, you were happy her eyes were on you.

“I don’t know.” She hummed. “Do I have to drag you under a mistletoe to get a kiss?”

You grinned, not letting another second pass without your lips on hers. They felt so soft and warm, each one of her kisses left you always wanting more, forcing her to pull away every time.

If it were up to you, you’d never do that. The idea of ever wanting to seperate from her in any way simply was unfathomable.

You loved that woman so much, hopefully you wouldn’t have to share too much of her with this newcomer.

Your eyes left hers for a second, both of your gaze landing on the squeaking kitten.

“What do you want to call it?”

#twice x reader #jihyo x reader #kpop x reader #twice imagines #jihyo fluff #park jihyo #twice jihyo

210 notes · View notes

literaryavenger · 4 months

Text

Meet The Guardians Of The Galaxy

Summary: The Avengers meet the Guardians of the Galaxy for the first time.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Language. A lot of fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: I'm not sure what this is, but I was just thinking how it might go if the Avengers met the Guardians of the Galaxy. It started with the reader cooing at Groot and Bucky being jealous and this is what came out, lol, hope you like it! Needless to say, this doesn't follow the MCU timeline, like basically all of my other stories. Don't ask me how Thor knows the Guardians, the bitch just do. I also just needed Bucky fluff, like always, and I'm really happy how it turned out! Like always I appreciate asks and messages and am always up for it if you have any ideas.

Masterlist

By this point you’re very aware that there’s life on other planets, that the universe is a place much bigger than you ever imagined. Working with the Avengers allows you to see so many things that you never thought could possibly even exist.

Super soldiers, superheroes, enhanced individuals, even Thor himself is a demi-god from literally a different planet.

This particular demi-god is the reason why today you and the rest of the team find yourselves in the common room of the Avengers Compound, a spaceship casually parked in your yard.

They call themselves the Guardians of the Galaxy: Peter Quill, Gamora, Rocket, Nebula, Drax and Mantis, literal aliens currently bickering amongst themselves because they came to earth to visit Thor the wrong day, resulting in Thor not being home for their arrival.

"Is that a plushie?" you ask, a little confused, pointing at a little teddy bear-like thing on Quill’s shoulder and effectively ending their search for who is at fault for their mistake.

He looks even more confused than you and asks "What the hell is a plushie? This is Groot, he’s a Flora Colossi."

You decide, for my own peace of mind, to ignore the latin and instead focus on the cute little thing on his shoulder who is now moving and looking at you weirdly.

"I am Groot." he says in the cutest voice ever.

"Oh my god, you're just adorable!" You say, reaching your finger out for him to hold, freaking out at his cuteness.

"I remember when you used to talk to me like that…" you hear Bucky mumble behind you, which makes you laugh and, with your attention still completely on Groot, you tell him "God, you really are a needy bitch, Barnes." at which everybody laughs.

"Yeah? And you’re just a bi-"

"Hey!" you basically yell, interrupting him and startling Groot.

"I’m kidding!" he quickly says, putting up his hands in defeat. With one last glare at Bucky, your attention turns back to Groot.

"I am Groot!" he says again.

"I know honey, you said that." you tell him.

"I am Groot." he says, yet again, at which Sam answers "Yeah, you’re Groot, got it."

Groot says "I am Groot." again and, before Sam can say something that you're sure is gonna be very rude, you turn to the Guardians and ask "Why does he keep saying that?"

Rocket is the one to answer "Well, he don't know talking good like me and you. So his vocabulistics is limited to I and am and Groot. Exclusively in that order."

His answer leaves you all a little dumbfounded but again, for your own sanity, you all seem to decide to let it go.

Instead Bruce asks "So how do you understand him?"

"We speak Groot." Nebula says like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"How can you speak ‘Groot’ if he says literally the same three words, in the exact same order, in the same way every time?" Tony asks, starting to get a little frustrated, probably because the genius can’t do something that seems to come really easy to a bunch of space idiots.

"We manage." Quill simply says.

At this point Groot reaches his little hands towards you, signaling that he wants to be picked up, so, before Tony can make any sarcastic comment, you look at Quill and ask, excitement clear on your face "Can I?" while pointing at an awaiting Groot.

"Sure." He says, and you very carefully pick him up and put him on your shoulder.

"Be careful not to move too fast, he’ll hold onto your hair for dear life." Gamora warns you.

"Noted." you say giggling a little when Groot sticks his tongue out to Gamora, then she does the same to him, making everyone else laugh too.

"Buck, look how cute he is." you coo at Groot who's playing with your finger.

"’s not that cute…" he says quietly but you hear him, and apparently so does Groot because he says "I am Groot." in a very annoyed tone that prompts a chorus of whoas and protests from the guardians.

"The acorns on you, kid!" Quill says, and everybody just knows he said some really bad words to Bucky.

"Who even taught you that word?!" Rocket sounds like an exasperated parent.

"I am Groot."

"What do you mean, Drax taught you?! WHY WOULD YOU TEACH HIM THAT?"

"The small tree asked." Drax says unbothered.

"Just because he asks doesn't mean you have to teach him dirty words!"

"How was I supposed to know that?"

"It's really common sense, Drax." Gamora interjects, calmer than Rocket.

"I am Groot."

"See, even Groot knows you don’t have common sense, Drax, that’s why he asked you." Quill says.

"I am Groot."

"I am not stupid, tree!" Drax glares at Groot.

"See, he’s not cute. He’s a disrespectful little shit!" Bucky says, also glaring at poor Groot.

"I am Groot." the guardians snicker, leaving the rest of you confused.

"What? What did he say?" you're too curious not to ask as Groot is now glaring back at Bucky.

"He said he doesn’t understand how a sweet person like you is with someone like him." Nebula translates, earning some gasps and snickers from everyone else too.

You look at Bucky trying hard not to laugh and he looks like he's about 5 seconds away from murdering Groot.

He takes a step towards you but Groot, still on your shoulder, makes the cutest little growl and starts flinging one of his arms around in Bucky’s direction, the other one holding to your hair so as to not fall.

"Oh, he’s ready to fight a bitch." you say unable to hold in your laughter any longer and the others follow you.

"What?" you turn around and Drax is giving you a confused look.

"What?" you say, calming down from your laughter.

"I do not understand. He does not resemble a female dog." he looks at Bucky and then back at you.

"He- I don- What?" you’re as confused as you’ve ever been, everybody else’s faces mirroring your own.

"His people are completely literal, he doesn’t understand metaphors." Rocket explains.

"Oh… fun." Tony says, still a little confused.

"Is it though?" you hear Gamora mumble, before Mantis starts giggling.

"It is!" she says with the joy of a kid on christmas morning.

"It’s really not." Nebula says casually, and from that the Guardians start bickering amongst each other.

You look at Groot who’s still on the warpath with Bucky and then at Rocket, the only one not saying anything.

He meets your eyes and simply says. "This is what I gotta live with."

"Oh, poor little racoon." you coo at him while laughing and that seems to stop the bickering.

"Hey, I am no racoon!" Rocket tells you defensively.

"I am Groot." Rocket groans and Quill snickers.

"Groot’s right, he’s a trash panda." he says knowing the people of earth will know why that’s funny.

Some of the Avengers laugh, but you gasp trying to hide your amusement for Rocket’s sake.

"You know, you might be right, Buck. He’s not that cute and innocent after all." you turn to your boyfriend, who gives you a slight pout.

"I’m cuter than him, right"- he asks you with those puppy eyes he knows make you melt.

"Aww, of course you are, baby." you give him a kiss on the cheek, almost forgetting about Groot on your shoulder until he talks again.

"I am Groot." the Guardians “aww” and coo at him but before you can ask, Mantis explains. "He says he understands now why you’re together."

"He says he can see how much you two love each other." Gamora finishes.

You smile at Groot and he smiles back before making the cutest yawn, looking at Bucky and doing grabby hands at him.

Bucky looks at you and you take his hand and guide it towards where Groot is, he’s uncertain but when Groot climbs on his hand Bucky looks almost like a little kid seeing a butterfly up close for the first time.

He brings Groot against his chest and the little tree gets comfortable and falls asleep almost immediately, while everyone else in the room coos at the two.

"This might be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen." you whisper, not wanting to wake up Groot, and Bucky looks up at you and flashes a smile bright enough to light up the whole of New York.

"I guess he is kind of cute." he says looking back down at Groot’s sleeping form, leaving everyone else snickering as quietly as they can, while he imagines how it would be to be like this one day with a baby that’s his and yours, and you can’t help but think the same thing.

Part 2

192 notes · View notes

punkshort · 9 months

Text

Chapter One

Pairing: Joel x F!Reader, pre-outbreak and post outbreak

AU (the only thing I kept was the outbreak, Joel, and Tommy's characters. Joel's backstory is different, and the way he finds Jackson is different. I may include Ellie one day, I just haven't planned that far)

Fic Summary: You worked for Joel and Tommy a few months before the outbreak. The outbreak happens, and you and Joel get stuck traveling the country and keeping each other safe. Neither of you spoke about the feelings you had for one another pre-outbreak, and in a post-apocalyptic world, it seems like survival should be your only focus. But feelings can't be ignored forever.

Fic tags: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI), Smut, Language, Canon-Typical Violence, Alcohol Use, Age Difference (Reader is 10 years younger than Joel), slow burn, mutual pining, angst, trauma, SA referencing later but I will put a big warning on those chapters

April 2003

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath, as the subway lurched forward, catching you off guard.

Today was the first day of your new job at a big-time construction company in downtown Manhattan. You had just moved to NYC a couple months ago, and this job was the first place that made you a reasonable offer. You were beginning to work through the last of your savings and getting sick of bumming it on your old college dormmate’s couch, so you eagerly accepted the position. The last thing you wanted to do was ask your parents for money – they were already so worried about you living in New York and working in Manhattan.

You thought back to when you called your mom and dad to tell them you finally got a job offer, so excited to tell them you could get your very own place if it all worked out.

“But Baby, don’t you think it’s a little dangerous working down there after what happened?” your mom had begged on the phone.

"Mom, please don’t worry, this building is nowhere near as big, this one only has 10 floors, I promise I will be ok,” you pleaded, hoping she won’t guilt trip you into moving back to the suburbs of Chicago.

You had always been a quiet, shy, studious type. Your parents always joked you would live with them til you were 40, never one to party or do anything bad. Needless to say, when you announced after graduation you wanted to move to New York, your whole family was stunned. You were pretty sure they expected you to chicken out, or move back home after a month, but you had a dream and you were determined.

Suddenly, the tinny voice over the subway speaker broke into your reverie, announcing your stop. You filed out of the packed car with loads of others who look like they were all going to similar corporate jobs. You tugged anxiously on the sleeve of your blazer as you made your way up the stairs and out onto the street. The crisp spring air that hit your face was a welcome change to the stuffy, overpacked subway car you had just left.

Lucky for you, Miller & Miller Contracting, Inc. was a mere 3 blocks from the subway. Your heels clicked loudly in your ears as you approached the building with ten minutes to spare. Relief began to wash over you a bit when you realized you planned the commute perfectly. You hated being late.

You pushed the door open into the lobby, approaching a large desk with two receptionists. Both were talking animatedly on their headsets and transferring calls. Patiently waiting for one of them to be available, you casually glanced around the lobby to avoid looking as nervous as you felt. The lobby itself was beautiful: it was completely open all the way to the top floor, with the glass elevator shaft behind the reception desk. The front of the building also was all glass, so that it afforded a beautiful view as the elevator took you up to your destination.

“Can I help you?” one of the receptionists called out. She had curly, short blonde hair, thin, and was impeccably dressed.

"Yes! I’m sorry, yes, it’s my first day in accounting. I am supposed to be meeting Heather, my name is –“ the receptionist cut you off, guessing your name before you could even finish your sentence. You confirmed who you were, and she got up to come around the desk.

"I’m taking the newbie upstairs to accounting, I’ll be right back, need anything?” she called back over her shoulder to her long haired, brunette cohort.

The slightly older receptionist shook her head in acknowledgment, still listening to whoever was on the other end of the phone call.

The receptionist who greeted you smiled and stuck out her hand.

"I’m Maggie, it’s nice to meet you. Come around to the elevator, I’ll take you up to Heather.”

She led you around the back of her desk to the elevator bank, her curly hair bobbed as her heels clicked on the dark tile floor. She began rattling off questions and information, no doubt a side effect of her job, and possibly caffeine, as you waited next to her for the elevator to arrive.

"How old are you? Are you from New York? Do you know anyone who works here? I’m always so excited when someone new joins, sorry if I’m making you nervous! It’s a fun place to work, it really is, there’s a lot of great people here. I know your position can be a tough one, so please give it a chance, I swear it’s worth it.” She paused for a minute, realizing she might be scaring you off, as the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

“Uhhh,” you stammered, trying to absorb the last bit of information without looking concerned, and stepped into the empty car. Maggie stabbed the button for the 6th floor as you replied.

"I’m 25, it’s my first ‘real’ job out of college, I just mainly had internships before now, and they hardly paid much. I’m glad I can finally stop couch surfing. I am from a small town outside Chicago, I went to school there and I’ve always wanted to live in New York. My old college roommate already lived here, so I decided to give it a shot,” you paused for a moment as Maggie nodded along eagerly with your story. You frowned slightly.

"I’m sorry, what did you mean when you said-" Right then, the elevator doors pinged to floor 6, opening up to an empty hallway.

“OK we’re here! Follow me!” Maggie cut you off, and whisked you down the hallway, which took you to an open floorplan filled with cubes upon cubes of bustling employees. Some were chatting between their desks, others were hurriedly talking on the phone, and some mindlessly scrolling on their computers.

Maggie led you to the back wall, which consisted mostly of offices, and what looked to be conference rooms in one end. She turned left as you rushed to keep up while trying to absorb your surroundings. You nearly smacked into her when she came to an abrupt stop in front of a partially open office door. She knocked gently, smiling at the person inside.

“Good morning, Heather! I have your new hire here,” she gestured towards you and waved you over. There sat Heather, your new boss, who you had only met when you interviewed with her and HR. Her mid length dirty blonde hair was perfectly in place, bangs framing her face, just like the day you met. She was probably about 15 years older than you, but she looked like she could pass for around your age. She was very trim, wearing a form fitting black dress with strappy sandals, and her makeup looked impeccable. If it wasn’t for the old fashioned hair style, she could pass for around 30.

You stepped into Heather’s office, which you hadn’t seen when you interviewed with her a couple weeks back. It was small, but it had a decent view, which was to Heather’s back as she stood from her desk to greet you warmly by your name and thank you for being so punctual. She glanced behind you at Maggie and thanked her for showing you up, effectively dismissing her. You turned back to wave your thanks to Maggie, but she was already gone, heels echoing down the hallway back towards the elevator.

“Alright! Follow me, I will take you to the rest of the department and introduce you to everyone,” she motioned for you to follow her out of her office. Being the Controller, she had her own personal space away from the rest of the group, which you found was not too far away from her office. Heather led you back the way you came but kept going straight along the wall of offices, talking to you over her shoulder as she walked.

"I hope you made it in OK, I’m so glad the sun is out this morning! I was getting sick of all that rain, this weekend was such a drag with all the dreary weather.” You hummed your agreement and assured her you made it in just fine, not letting it be known you were overanalyzing your commute all weekend long.

Heather stopped at the corner of the floor, punched a personalized code into a keypad next to a door and opened it. You had initially thought it could be a conference room, but in fact it turned out to be a decently sized room filled with cubes, some filing cabinets, and a small safe. You glanced around at the room of about ten employees hard at work, heads mostly down or on the phone. Two girls around your age who were seated next to each other in the corner of the room quickly quieted down their chatter, and looked in your direction when you walked in. You gave a shy smile towards them as Heather addressed the department.

“Good morning gang, this is our new Accounts Receivables Specialist,” she turned towards you, announcing your name to the group. “Please make her feel welcome, if you don’t mind showing her around where the bathrooms and coffee are, I would appreciate it. I have a meeting this morning with the big guy I need to get ready for, I’m sorry I couldn’t do it myself.” She turned back to you apologetically.

"We have a great, tightknit team here, they'll show you the ropes. This is your desk,” she led you over near the corner of the room where the two girls had been chatting. “I already stocked it with some paper and pens, but we do have a supply closet on this floor if you need anything else, and Colleen is going to be your trainer.”

She motioned over to one of the two chatty girls, who bounced over with a smile and an outstretched hand. You shook it, reintroducing yourself warmly as Heather made her exit.

"Again, sorry guys, I have a meeting with Joel, and you know how he is.” She rolled her eyes, and she was met with some chuckles and a couple looks of sympathy. Heather gave you a final wave and a promise to return around lunchtime to check in, and left through the same door you came in, with it locking shut behind her.

Colleen must have been around your age, her blonde hair was pulled back into a loose bun at the nape of her neck, and she had curious, bright blue eyes. She was wearing a business casual, knee length, light pink dress that was perfect for the beautiful spring day. You felt a bit out of place in your navy blazer and matching navy dress pants, but you wanted to look your most professional on your first day.

Colleen began to explain you will be shadowing her for the morning, getting you used to the software system they used, how to look up accounts, and where important files are stored. You learned Colleen was working in Accounts Payables, opposite your job. You realized the two of you will be working closely together, and connected the dots on why Heather chose her to train you, vaguely wondering who had your position prior.

As you pulled your rolling chair up to her desk to observe, notepad and pen in hand, you coolly questioned who Joel was, and what the reaction was all about. Colleen seemed the type that liked to gossip more than work, and she excitedly settled in to explain all the office politics to you.

“OK, so, Joel and Tommy run the company, they are brothers – Miller & Miller, get it?” she began, smiling brightly at you. “Tommy is SO much nicer than Joel, he is the one who schmoozes all of the new clients and signs all the new business. Joel is, well…” she trailed off, hands flailing gently, searching for an appropriate word to describe the head of the company without scaring off a new hire. “He can be challenging to work with sometimes, but don’t worry, you won’t have to work with him one-on-one. We have monthly meetings with him as a department, it’s a lot easier to handle him as a group, most of the time.”

“How do you mean, ‘challenging’?” you pressed, leaning forward, hoping to learn more about what you were getting into, not that you had much of a choice if you wanted to continue to live in the city. “Do you mean he just asks a lot of questions, or…?” Colleen picked up where you left off.

He’s mean,” she stated bluntly, smile faltering slightly. “He has made employees cry before, and he has caused people to quit on the spot during his meetings. He’s tough, but he’s the guy who goes to the job sites and makes sure everything is running smoothly. Unfortunately, that type of personality, especially from a man, on those construction sites is exactly what they need to make sure nobody is slacking off and cutting corners. They are too scared of him to screw up!” she laughed, trying to ease any nervousness she caused you.

You leaned back in your chair, gaze drifting aimlessly around her desk as you absorb what she told you. Before you could add anything further, the other girl Colleen had been chatting with earlier piped up from the adjoining cube.

“He’s an asshole. If he ever does say anything hurtful towards you, you have to just let it roll off your shoulders. That’s why Heather is so good in her position, she has to be one-on-one with him a lot, and she can handle his shit much better than most,” the redhead, whose name you saw on the outside of her cube was Debbie, gruffly interrupted. You could tell she was the opposite of Colleen – while Colleen is bubbly and sweet, Debbie seemed tougher and had an edge, although she still seemed just as friendly as she continued to help paint the picture of the mysterious Joel Miller.

“At the end of the day, you have to keep in mind we are not out here saving lives. We are working in accounting at a construction company. He gets so heated and spouts off at the mouth like this company is saving the world," Debbie finished explaining with a huff. She rolled her green eyes, crossed her arms over her chest and glared off at a fixed point on the wall beside her.

“Debbie is right, but she is just extra emotional about it because the girl in your position before had a run in with Joel, and she quit. Cheryl was Debbie’s best friend here, so she is just a little sore over it still.” Colleen tried to explain gently, without upsetting Debbie more.

Debbie nodded in agreement, sighing, she leaned forward with her elbows resting on her knees, she dragged her eyes away from the wall to look at the two of you.

"She’s right. Cheryl didn’t deserve that from him, but she did what was best for her when she quit. It happens a lot, I just thought Cheryl was used to it. She had been here 8 years!” Debbie exclaimed, throwing up her hands with frustration.

You gulped and began to get nervous, not really sure what to say. All you could hope was that maybe you didn’t have to have one-on-one time with Joel. You just knew you needed to keep this job, or else you were packing your bags and moving back home. Your hands started fidgeting on your lap, and you chewed your bottom lip slightly as you took in the information.

“Well, thanks for the warning, girls, I will do my best to keep my head down and stay below the radar,” you chuckled quietly, hoping to ease some of the tension and change the topic.

Debbie smiled at you, a little sadly.

"That's a good plan, but since you are in receivables, Joel may put you on the spot in some of our meetings and want to know what the payment status is on specific clients of his. Heather will typically field those questions if she knows the information beforehand, but if he catches you off guard like he did with Cheryl…” she drifted off, allowing you to connect the dots on your own. “Just keep your guard up, and go into those meetings with TONS of notes on all his clients, that is the best advice I can give you. And let Heather do all the talking.” With that, Debbie scooted her chair back to her computer to get back to work.

Your eyes probably gave away your nervousness when you turned back to Colleen. She smiled warmly at you and patted you gently on the knee. “Don’t worry about it, I promise it's not as bad as it seems. Like Debbie said, Heather fields most of Joel’s questions directly. Plus, we just had our monthly meeting with him last week. You won’t have to cross paths with him for another month.” Colleen turned back to her computer and started explaining the accounting software to you.

You were really only half listening as your panic was bubbling just below the surface, replaying Debbie’s words in your head while you tried to focus on what Colleen was teaching you. You were beginning to understand why this place offered you the job so quickly, you just hoped you could be tough enough to get through those monthly meetings.

Chapter Two

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #joel the last of us #tlou hbo #the last of us hbo #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller series #joel x reader #joel x reader smut #joel miller angst #joel miller fluff

313 notes · View notes

milktei · 9 months

Note

Woah I'm new here in Tumblr but I'm glad I came across your blog! Not sure if you're accepting requests but thoughts on Angst/Comfort where trust issues comes after Atsumu (or Kageyama 🙇‍♂️) does something that upsets their s/o??

Man of Many Words

Miya Atsumu x gn!Reader

Genre: Angst with some fluff at the end

Warnings: none(?)

Requests: Closed for now :|

not edited

a/n: First of all i’m so sorry this took so long anon but I hope that this somewhat fulfills your request ;-;. Writers block is crazy I was pumping out one shots so easily and then bam I hate everything I write. The ending of this one in particular was difficult for me but i hope it suffices :’). anyways requests are still closed for now but i’m hoping to write something that will help the creative juices flow again

It is well known among Atsumu’s friends and family that he tends to talk. A lot.

It was something you found endearing about him when you first started dating. Whenever you were with Atsumu, awkward silences were few and far between. There was always something he could talk about it.

For the most part you were happy to listen and talk about whatever it was he rambled about that day. His limitless passion was part of why you fell in love with him.

Still, the habit of his had some drawbacks.

“Oh, congratulations by the way!”

You turn your gaze away from the restaurant window and look at your friend in confusion.

“Congratulations on what?”

It was your friend’s turn to look confused, “On the big promotion silly!”

There was a pause as you took in their words. “How do you even know about that?” You spluttered. “I just got the news a couple days ago. I was planning a big announcement and everything.”

“Oh I ran into Atsumu at the grocery store yesterday and he told me!” their gaze softened when they saw the defeated look on your face. “I’m sorry I thought he would’ve told you”

You waved your hands in front of you, “no no it’s not your fault… I’m not very surprised at this point. I was just hoping to wait for all the paperwork to go through before telling anyone.”

“Well if it’s any comfort I’m proud of you y/n.”

The smile you gave them was bittersweet, “thanks.”

———

Needless to say, you were a bit peeved when you got home that day, though your boyfriend didn’t seem to notice.

“Hi babe! how was lunch?” He called from where he sat on the couch.

You stared blankly at the back at his head for a moment, “fine.”

“That’s great! I was thinkin’ for dinner we could order out ya know? This commercial came on and-“

“Why did you tell f/n about the promotion?”

He paused and finally turned to look at you. Taking in your frustrated state, still, he shrugged, “it seemed like a good time.”

You let your bag fall to the ground before fully stepping into the living room “Atsumu I told you that I wanted to wait, it would have only taken another week.”

Now standing up from the couch, the confusion that was evident on Atsumu’s face only served to fuel your anger.

“But this is such exciting news y/n! There’s no time like the present!”

“Atsumu that’s not for you to decide! That was my news to tell!”

“Like you said, you were gonna tell them eventually!” He raised his hands up in surrender, “I’m sorry but you know that this is just how I am! I was just so excited for you I couldn’t help myself.”

You left that fight defeated that night, unable to think of any comeback, because yes, you did know Atsumu. You knew how your life was never your own being with him. You knew the extent of just how stubborn he was and how ignorant he could be to the world around him. Trying to wrap his mind around something could feel like pulling teeth sometimes.

After managing to get through a tense dinner, life went on. You did end up celebrating with your closest friends and family and soon after you began to take on your new responsibilities.

Unfortunately, Atsumu continued to act as if he hadn’t completely crossed a boundary you had set. He continued to talk about your lives with his friends it seemed that you couldn’t go a full week without somebody asking you about something you never told them about.

The pure helplessness you felt that day remained lingering within you as you carried on with work. You found yourself almost dreading going home, and contemplating not telling him anything.

But how could you when everyday without fail he would grace you with that smile, oozing with love and fondness before sweetly asking you, “So how was your day?”

You were in a bit of a mess with yourself, trying to figure out how to get your concerns through his thick skull. The new role you had taken on further adding to the stress you had been feeling. While you loved your job You were both physically and mentally exhausted.

It was only a matter of time before everything became too much.

To the horror of you colleagues, you had ended up fainting at work. You had finally succumbed to everything in your life that had been piling on top of you.

Luckily, it wasn’t long before you regained consciousness, surrounded by your colleagues you sat up and slowly and rubbed the back of your head sheepishly.

At that moment some paramedics had rounded the corner and while you insisted you were completely fine, you allowed them to check you for injuries and give you some fluids, it wasn’t until they were sure you were stable and didn’t need any further help that they left.

As embarrassing as the entire situation was, you were glad that your boss let you have the rest of the day off, it was near the end of your shift anyways. So you grabbed your bag and left, still mortified at what had just transpired.

As you rode the train home, the events leading up to you losing consciousness replayed in your mind, you thought about everything that had led up to that point. How your coworkers reacted. As you sat in the quiet train, your mind still struggled to process what had happened.

Even with your spiralling mind, everything led to one conclusion.

You couldn’t tell Atsumu about what happened, at least not today.

Because you knew him. You knew exactly what would happen.

It would start with the texts from worried friends, calls from both of your families, and end with people mentioning off handedly, “I heard you fainted the other day. How are you feeling?” and you would be left to do damage control as your boyfriend continued to live his carefree life.

You could tell Atsumu “don’t tell anyone this” but you knew better. You knew better than to trust him and his big mouth. How could you have any other option when he’s never proven that he could listen?

So you would stay quiet. Long enough for you to recover from your lingering headache, long enough for you to process everything that had happened and figure out how to prevent it from happening again.

Long enough to be able to finally relax without worrying who you were going to get a text or call from.

Even with your mind made, the universe seemed to laugh down at you, and make life much more difficult for you than it needed to be.

You nearly cursed out loud when you saw his car in the driveway. He was home early too.

You sighed as you slowly unlocked your front door. The sounds of the TV growing louder as you stepped in.

Atsumu turned back and gave you a look of confusion as you took off your shoes. “Hey babe, wasn’t expecting you ‘til later.”

You smiled at him “I could say the same for you.” you slid your feet into your house slippers “I got a lot of work done today and my boss let me go home early, why are you home?”

Atsumu shrugged “Practically the same as you. Been makin’ a lot of progress at practice lately.”

You walked in front of where he sat and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. even with how your relationship had been going, at least this was something you hadn’t lost.

Atsumu wrapped his arms around your waist and looked up at you, “did you eat yet?”

No. I was so busy at work that I kept postponing my break. You thought to yourself bitterly.

“Not yet, I decided that I might as well eat at home if I was leaving early.”

Atsumu hummed, “I haven’t either. We could order something and then watch some movies? Take advantage of our free time.”

You smiled down at him, a relaxed movie day with him was exactly what you needed. “I would like that a lot ‘Tsumu.”

You pulled slightly away and he whined, causing you to laugh softly.

“I’ll go take a shower and you can order whatever you want, ok?”

His pout grew back into the loving smile of his as he nodded, “Can I use your phone? You always have coupons.”

You nodded and he allowed you to fully pull away. Reaching into your bag you pulled out your phone and handed it to him before making your way to your shared bedroom.

It had been maybe 20 minutes of Atsumu scrolling through the various restaurants (he’s very indecisive when it comes to food) before a text from who he recognized as one of your coworkers popped up.

“Hey! Hope your feeling better. We managed to get everything done so there’s no need to worry for your next shift.

Also remember to seek medical attention if anything feels off. I know you were cleared but you hit your head pretty badly.”

He froze as he read the text over and over. He didn’t even realize how much time had passed until you came walking out of your bedroom with a relaxed smile on your face.

“Soo, you decide on a place yet?”

You were met with an extremely uncharacteristic silence, your brows furrowed as you looked at your boyfriend staring intently at your phone.

“Atsumu?”

The next thing you knew, Atsumu flipped the screen to you.

“y/n what is this? Medical attention? Did something happen?”

Your eyes skimmed the message and you froze.

“…O-oh there was a bit of an incident at work that happened before I left. No need to worry!” you tried to wave his hand away and mustered the calmest smile you could.

He looked unconvinced.

“y/n…”

You felt your resolve crumble where you stood. The accusatory look he gave you full of worry, and worse, anger.

You sighed shakily, “ever since the promotion I’ve been finding it hard to find time to really relax so…” you looked away, unable to look him in the eye due to your guilt. “I ended up fainting.”

Atsumu shot up from where he sat, “You passed out?!” his hands frantically grabbed at your shoulders, trying to get you to look at him “You should have told me right away! I could have picked you up! Who knows what would have happened if you fainted again on the subway. I can’t believe you lied, you were just going to keep this from me? Why? Why didn’t you tell me-“

You pushed yourself out of his grip, “Because I didn’t want to!” you huffed, tired of his tirade, “I admit that I was fully content with not telling you.”

His hands dropped from your shoulders and you almost broke at the sight of his crestfallen face “Why?”

You took a deep breath, “I was…scared that you were gonna tell someone.”

There was a moment of tense silence. “You…you could’ve just asked me to not-“

“Could I Atsumu? Could I really? I’m not sure if I believe that, especially after you told me that that’s just who you were and that it was unavoidable.” You paused as you realized you were raising your voice, you looked away in shame. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just that sometimes I wish that our business could be our own Atsumu, even for a little bit.”

You took his silence as a cue to keep explaining yourself.

“I needed time today to finally relax for once and process everything. I can’t do that if I have someone new calling me every five minutes to make sure that I’m okay. I want to be able to worry about my own wellbeing, without having to manage other people’s. I can’t do that if you tell everyone you know what’s happening in my life.”

Atsumu’s continued silence began to worry you. “Atsumu?”

Without warning you were pulled into the familiar strong arms that could only belong to your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry y/n.” he mumbled into your hair “I thought I was being supportive. I just love bragging about to to everyone and letting people know how we’re doing. I never really thought about how that would affect you. I’m sorry I made you stress out so much.”

You smiled into his chest and hugged him back “I’m happy that you understand ‘Tsumu. There’s nothing wrong with gushing about me, I just need you to understand my boundaries.”

You felt him nod “I’m sorry again I’ll do my best.”

You could already feel yourself relaxing again into his arms “that’s all I’m asking for Atsumu, thank you.”

You let out a sigh of relief as you held each other. It felt as if a massive weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

The tender moment was interrupted by the sound of a stomach growl. There was a stunned silence before the two of you burst into a fit of laughter.

Atsumu looked down at you with a gaze that filled you with an indescribable warmth, laughter still evident in his face. “How ‘bout we order and finally relax for the night? Just the two of us?”

You smiled fondly up at the man and nodded “Just the two of us.”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu angst #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu angst #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x you #haikyuu #haikyuu oneshot

247 notes · View notes

kckt88 · 4 months

Text

Take My Breath Away X.

Summary:

Vaeryna and Aemond come to an understanding and another babe is born.

Warning(s): Mini Time Skip, Language, Anger, Misunderstandings, Aegon's Inuendo, Child Birth.

Word Count: 3216

A.N - BIT OF A FILLER CHAPTER BEFORE A TIME SKIP!!

GREENS WIN - ENEMIES TO LOVERS.

Tag List - @a-beaverhausen, @ammo23, @immyowndefender, @watercolorskyy, @toodlesxcuddles

Smut scene from Dynasty has been reused.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

It was glorious, an entire week spent with his wife and son.

The peace and serenity of Dragonstone had relaxed him beyond belief.

As well as making up for lost time with Rhaegar, Aemond never missed an opportunity to get between his wife’s soft thighs.

He was determined to make up for the time he'd lost and Vaeryna was more than happy to accept his efforts.

The time with Vaeryna and Rhaegar had made Aemond realise just how important his wife and son were and he vowed to make changes upon their return to Kings Landing.

Changes that began almost immediately after they had landed.

Aemond refused point blank to attend more council meetings than necessary and the ones he did attend, he insisted that they ended at an appropriate time.

When the other council members grumbled at his behaviour, he gently reminded them that he rode the largest dragon in the world and any such complaints could be made in her presence.

Needless to say, the complaints did eventually quieten down after that, but Aegon was still furious with Vaeryna for taking Rhaegar and running off, so she had to apologise, which she wasn’t very happy about, but in order to keep the peace she eventually conceded.

Of course, a few weeks after their return to the Red Keep, Vaeryna discovered that she was with child again and Aegon’s anger towards her was all but forgotten, the King was clearly excited by the prospect of another child, as was Alicent who smiled and congratulated them both.

There was a slight panic as Rhaegar hadn’t celebrated his first name day yet, but Aemond was on hand to assuage any fears his wife might have had, even though he harboured his own fears surrounding Vaeryna birthing their babe, given the complications she had when birthing Rhaegar.

But Aemond would never let those fears become known, he would keep them to himself and pray to the gods every night that his wife would be ok.

The one who was the most excited was Jaehaera, she spent hours lovingly sewing a blanket for her cousin.

“Do you think she’ll like it?” asked Jaehaera.

“I’m sure she’ll love it” replied Vaeryna.

“Uncle Aemy wants to call her Alissa, don’t let him” whispered Jaehaera.

“What shall I call her?” questioned Vaeryna as she stroked her slightly swollen stomach.

“Daenerys” said Jaehaera.

“That’s very pretty”.

“The boy in the snow will think so too” muttered Jaehaera.

“Do you know something?” asked Vaeryna looking around cautiously.

“Daenerys will be his way home” murmured Jaehaera.

“Such a thing is not possible” said Vaeryna.

“All things are possible auntie Ryna. Egg will return and Daenerys will help him”.

Vaeryna studied Jaehaera for a moment before nodding and resuming her reading, her niece had been right about Rhaegar, so could she be right about Aegon, was there a way for him to come back and if so, when?

“You’ll know” whispered Jaehaera.

“What?” exclaimed Vaeryna.

“When the time is right for Egg to come back, you just need to be patient” said Jaehaera.

Vaeryna nodded wordlessly and as she caught sight of Aemond approaching.

“The little fiend in there has the audacity to kick her father in the face” laughed Aemond as he rested his head against Vaeryna’s swollen stomach.

“Probably a warning for all the trouble she’ll cause in the future”.

“If she’s anything like her mother of course” said Aemond smiling.

“Hey, I’m not that bad am I” muttered Vaeryna pouting slightly.

“I suppose not, but at least you’ve ceased your relentless teasing about Alys” whispered Aemond.

“Not much left to tease you with, as I don’t think my father convincing her to seduce you-“

“What?” asked Aemond his singular eye boring into hers.

“Oh, I didn’t tell you about that did I?” said Vaeryna grimacing.

“No, you did not” retorted Aemond.

“Didn’t really seem all that important” said Vaeryna sheepishly.

“So, your saying everything I had with Alys was-“

“-A set up? Well, in the beginning it was, I don’t know-she could have developed genuine feelings for you eventually” said Vaeryna quickly.

“All that time I spent with her was fake” muttered Aemond.

“Look, don’t take it personally. Alys just did what she had to in order to survive. Granted I never liked the woman, but you have to admit she was good at what she did” replied Vaeryna.

“You almost sound like you admire her”.

“I admired her tenacity” replied Vaeryna softly.

“I don’t suppose it matters now that she’s dead”.

“-And if she wasn’t?” asked Vaeryna.

“I would kill her myself, she lied to me, seduced me and being involved with her only caused my own embarrassment” said Aemond.

“You’re a man, people generally tend to look the other way when it comes to men seeking the company of whores” said Vaeryna.

“Is that what you think?”

“It’s what I know, a woman cannot go and enjoy the pleasures of a man without being labelled. Look at my mother, she was forced into a marriage with Laenor to salvage the crowns relationship with the Velaryon’s after Viserys spurned Laena in favour of a marriage to your mother” replied Vaeryna.

“I just-“

“-My mother and Laenor did try to have children, but it was fruitless. She was expected to have more children, to further her line and as my father was across the narrow sea, her options were severely limited” replied Vaeryna.

“But her choice could have been better” muttered Aemond.

“Possibly, but who else would she have trusted with such a thing, Harwin was devoted to her and he loved her the way she deserved to be loved, mayhaps Viserys should have granted Daemon’s request-“

“-His request?” questioned Aemond.

“He once told me that he asked Viserys for my mother’s hand in marriage, but he was denied, of course he was still married to Rhea Royce at the time, but can you imagine how different things would have been” mused Vaeryna.

“We can imagine, but we will never truly know” replied Aemond as he ran a hand over Vaeryna’s round stomach.

“The incompetence of Kings” muttered Vaeryna.

Aemond closed his eye and pressed his face against the curve of his wife’s belly, he inhaled her sweet lavender scent and sighed, as he couldn’t ignore the feeling of uncertainty swirling in the pit of his stomach.

“Do you regret the choices we’ve made?”

“My choice led me to my children; I do not regret that” replied Vaeryna.

“Oh” whispered Aemond.

“-And even though there was a time where I thought you to be loathsome cunt, I do not regret you” said Vaeryna smiling.

As carefully as he could, Aemond surged forward and pressed his lips against hers.

Vaeryna sighed contentedly into the kiss and rested her forehead against Aemonds.

As fearsome as he was, there were times when Aemond seemed quite vulnerable and clingy, he would consistently seek her touch and he also had this inherent need to know that she loved him.

Which given his upbring was understandable, Vaeryna had grown up in a very loving and consistent environment, whereas Aemond hadn’t and that deeply saddened Vaeryna.

“Mamamama” squealed Rhaegar.

“Somebodies awake” laughed Vaeryna.

“Dadadada” shouted Rhaegar.

“You relax, I’ll get him” said Aemond.

“Gods this child is giving me a right kicking” exclaimed Vaeryna wincing as she placed a hand on her stomach.

“Babababa” shouted Rhaegar he jostled excitedly in his father’s arms.

“Settle down my sweet boy” muttered Vaeryna as Aemond placed a squirming Rhaegar on the bed.

“Rhaegar, listen to your mother” said Aemond sternly as he watched Rhaegar bounce on the bed.

“No dada” exclaimed Rhaegar frowning.

“Please Rhaegar-“ said Vaeryna as she suddenly lurched forward and threw up.

“-Gods Vaeryna are you ok?” asked Aemond.

“I just-oh not again-“ gasped Vaeryna as she threw up again.

“Mamamama” urged Rhaegar.

“I’m getting the Maester-Ser Arryk would you take Rhaegar to the nursery and watch over him until Marlena arrives”.

“Yes, My Prince-Come on little one” said Ser Arryk as he took Rhaegar by the hand and led him out of the room.

“I’ll get Munkun, just stay here until I get back” said Aemond softly.

“Not like I’ve got anywhere to go” muttered Vaeryna as she placed a hand on her head.

“Hm” muttered Aemond as he rushed out of the room and reappeared several minutes later with Maester Munkun and a maid.

“Apologise for the mess Ellen” said Vaeryna softly.

“Tis no trouble Princess” replied Ellen as she began to clean up.

“Aside from the sickness, do you have any other symptoms?” asked Maester Munkun.

“No” replied Vaeryna.

“The babe is very active indeed” muttered Munkun as he gently prodded and poked Vaeryna’s swollen stomach.

“No kidding” exclaimed Vaeryna her stomach lurching again.

“I think I see the issue, with the babe being so active, the regular movements are upsetting your stomach” said Munkun.

“Oh” muttered Vaeryna.

“Do you consume a lot of sugary food by any chance?”

“She eats a lot of honey cakes if that’s what you mean” said Aemond folding his arms across his chest.

“That might be what is causing the babe to be so active, as there is a lot of sugar in honey cakes” replied Munkun.

“But I have a craving for them Maester” gasped Vaeryna.

“Mayhaps you could limit the amount of honey cakes you consume” suggested Munkun.

“-Or mayhaps I should feed you to my dragon” muttered Vaeryna.

“Vaeryna” scolded Aemond.

“It’s quite alright my Prince, a mother heavy with child is more ferocious than any dragon”.

“But what am I to do if I cannot have my cakes, I can’t stop thinking about them and it unsettles me most nights” said Vaeryna, ignoring Aemond who looked bewildered.

“I merely suggest that you limit your intake of sugar Princess, I understand the cravings of mothers can be overwhelming, but we need to consider your health and not just the babe”.

“Yes Maester” muttered Vaeryna suddenly becoming very sullen.

“I shall make sure she adheres to your advice Maester” said Aemond sternly.

“I’m not suggesting she doesn’t have any cake at all, mayhaps limit the amount”.

Aemond’s eye narrowed as he spotted Vaeryna’s lip wobbling.

“Thank you Maester that will be all” said Aemond.

Once the Maester had left Aemond braced himself for the vitriol his wife was no doubt about to spew forth in his direction.

But when he turned around, he was aghast when he spotted the tears rolling down Vaeryna’s face.

“My love-“ said Aemond gently.

Vaeryna wiped the tears off her face and slowly climbed off the bed, she didn’t say a word as she walked past Aemond and left their chambers, ignoring her husband as he frantically called her name.

It was one of those rare moments where Aegon could enjoy the peace and quiet, being King didn’t afford him much privacy so he could only snatch brief moments here and there.

But as he sat in the garden, he heard the faint sound of crying, at first, he thought it was Jaehaera as she the propensity to hide away and cry for her mother from time to time, but it wasn’t his daughter that he came across, it was his good sister hiding in one of the bushes.

“What’s wrong?” asked Aegon as he sat on the ground next to Vaeryna.

“H-He thinks I’m a fat pig” wailed Vaeryna.

“Who does?”

“Aemond” sobbed Vaeryna as she pressed her face into Aegon’s shoulder.

“I’m sure he doesn’t” replied Aegon awkwardly as he patted Vaeryna on the head.

“T-The Maester said I eat too much cake and the sugar is making the babe too active and he-he said he would limit my cake- “ shrieked Vaeryna.

“-Your crying because of cake?” asked Aegon perplexed.

“Oh, so you think I’m a fat pig too” snapped Vaeryna.

“N-No I never said those words, I was just curious as to why you were crying and-oh gods I’m making a right mess of this aren’t I” replied Aegon.

“It’s his fault in the first place”.

“Who? Aemonds?” asked Aegon.

“Yes, he was the one who got me with child, damn him and his big cock”.

“I mean he is very gifted in that department, I’m rather envious of you” said Aegon.

“Wait. What?” exclaimed Vaeryna wiping the snot on her sleeve.

“Oh it’s not what you think my brother is far too much of a prude for that sort of thing, but-“

“-His involvement with Alys suggests otherwise” muttered Vaeryna.

“Sticking his cock in an old whores dusty cunny doesn’t mean shit, my brother has only fucked three women in his life, not exactly anything to brag about” said Aegon firmly.

“As opposed to the hundreds you’ve bedded” quipped Vaeryna.

“Those were the glory days, but yes I’ve experienced my fair share of pleasure with males and females” said Aegon.

“Does your pious mother know of your indulgences with men?” asked Vaeryna.

“Gods no, she’d likely have a heart attack if she knew”.

“-And your little crush on Aemond?” said Vaeryna smirking, her upset with her husband long forgotten.

“I wouldn’t call it a crush, more of a curiosity. I always wondered what it would be like to have my brother at my mercy”.

“Oh, it’s quite satisfactory, especially when he begs” replied Vaeryna smirking.

“Good sister do not spare any details. Tell me how you make my brother beg”.

Aegon was as giddy as a small child, practically foaming at the mouth wanting to hear all the juicy details.

"You only want me to tell you so you can tease him"

"Would I?" laughed Aegon.

"Yes you would, but then again I'm sure Aemond would spontaneously combust if he knew of your-curiosity".

"Oh he would either levy some insult upon me or skin me alive" replied Aegon shrugging.

"Would you fuck him if he allowed it?" asked Vaeryna.

"My brother would never allow such a thing to occur, but on the off chance he agreed, I wouldn't say no, but it would be him doing the fucking if I'm totally honest" said Aegon.

"Interesting" mused Vaeryna suddenly feeling warm and fuzzy at the thought of Aemond and Aegon together.

"Indeed, so tell me how does my brother beg?"

“He’s very fond of my mouth on his-“ muttered Vaeryna

“-Vaeryna” said Aemond.

“You’ve got to be kidding me” exclaimed Aegon.

“Maybe next time Your Grace” replied Vaeryna.

“Vaeryna, where are you?”

“Don’t you dare-“ quipped Vaeryna.

“-She’s here” said Aegon smirking.

“Traitor” snapped Vaeryna.

“Are you hiding in the bushes?” asked Aemond.

“Obviously” muttered Vaeryna.

Aemond’s eye narrowed when he caught sight of Vaeryna resting her head on Aegon’s shoulder.

“My doesn’t this look cozy”.

“Get your head out your arse, I was here first and Aegon found me” said Vaeryna.

“Tis true brother, your wife was upset, I was merely providing comfort” replied Aegon as he stood up and dusted himself off.

“Hm” muttered Aemond as he sat next to Vaeryna who scowled.

“I’ll leave you to it” said Aegon as he walked out of the gardens.

“Do you want to tell me why your hiding in the bushes?” asked Aemond.

“Go away” snapped Vaeryna.

“Not until you tell me why your so upset” replied Aemond.

“Get lost” muttered Vaeryna her eyes filling with tears again.

“Please my love” begged Aemond as he gently placed a hand on Vaeryna’s shoulder, only for her to shrug him off.

“You’re a horrid man Aemond Targaryen” snarled Vaeryna as she tried to get up but couldn’t.

“Do you need help?” asked Aemond trying to stifle a smirk.

“I can do it” said Vaeryna as she struggled.

“Just give me your hand” said Aemond as he stood up and held his hand out to Vaeryna who slapped it away.

“Leave me alone” said Vaeryna, tears of frustration running down her face.

“Just let me help you”.

“Fine” snarked Vaeryna as she took Aemond’s hand and allowed him to help her stand up.

“Now are you going to talk to me?”

“NO” shouted Vaeryna as she turned away from Aemond and furiously wiped away her tears.

“Why are you being so difficult?”

“It’s your fault” replied Vaeryna wincing slightly as a sharp pain throbbed across her stomach.

“What?”

“You think I’m a pig” snapped Vaeryna.

“No, I don’t” exclaimed Aemond.

“Yes you do, you think I eat too many cakes and-“

“Is that what all of this is about? My love please believe me when I say you are not a pig, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen” replied Aemond softly.

“Your just saying that” breathed Vaeryna as another pain lanced across her stomach.

“Because it’s true, you are my heart and soul” muttered Aemond as he seized his chance and placed a gentle kiss on Vaeryna’s forehead.

“I-I’m sorry”.

“It’s ok my love; I understand things are a little delicate at the moment” said Aemond.

“I don’t even really like honey cakes” confessed Vaeryna as she wrapped her arms around Aemond’s waist.

Aemond let out a little chuckle as he placed a hand under Vaeryna’s chin and gently manoeuvred her face so his lips could meet hers.

As the kiss deepened Vaeryna gasped as she felt something warm and wet run down her legs.

“What’s wrong?” asked Aemond as he watched his wife frantically lifting her skirts and placing a hand between her legs.

“T-The babe is coming” exclaimed Vaeryna.

“That’s it Princess, keep pushing” encouraged Maester Munkun.

“AEMOND!” screamed Vaeryna.

“I’m here my sweet” replied Aemond.

“I-I can’t do this, it’s too soon” cried Vaeryna.

“Yes, you can” exclaimed Aemond as he climbed onto the bed at sat behind Vaeryna.

“W-What are you doing?” muttered Vaeryna.

“Lean against me and take my hands” urged Aemond as he sat Vaeryna between his open legs.

“A-Aemond” gasped Vaeryna.

“Now, you squeeze my hands as hard as you like” said Aemond.

Vaeryna was sweaty and exhausted, but she took a deep breath and as the next contraction ripped across her stomach, she pushed.

“FUCK!”

"Keep going my sweet you’re doing great" said Aemond.

"I'M GOING TO CUT YOUR COCK OFF!" screamed Vaeryna.

"Oh, my love, surely you don't mean that".

"I do. This is ALL your fault,” cried Vaeryna.

"I seem to recall that you were a willing participant in our love making, if not the instigator on several occasions my love" replied Aemond.

"Not even remotely funny" yelled Vaeryna.

"Another push Princess"

“I swear if you say push one more time. I'll feed you too my Cannibal” snarled Vaeryna.

“The head is out Princess, but I need you to stop pushing. The cord is wrapped around the babe’s neck” exclaimed Maester Munkun.

“W-What” cried Vaeryna in alarm.

“It’s ok. Issa dōna ābrazȳrys. Just breathe” said Aemond (My sweet wife).

After a few moments, the Maester had managed to cut the cord from the babe’s neck and with a wet squelch the babe arrived.

A loud shrieking cry echoed around the room.

“A daughter, Princess” declared the Maester.

Vaeryna all but snatched the crying babe away from Maester Munkun and sobbed.

“T-Thank you Maester” breathed Vaeryna, the tears streaming down her face.

“Your welcome Princess” replied maester Munkun.

“I-Is she ok?” asked Vaeryna.

“She’s absolutely fine” said Maester Munkun smiling.

“S-She’s ok. Aemond, look” gasped Vaeryna.

Aemond who’s face had been buried in Vaeryna’s shoulder, let out a sob as he gazed at his crying daughter.

“My daughter” gasped Aemond.

“She’s beautiful” sobbed Vaeryna as she stroked her daughter’s head.

“What shall we call her?” asked Aemond.

“Daenerys” whispered Vaeryna.

“A perfect name. For a perfect little girl”

“So perfect” whispered Vaeryna.

“I’m so proud of you Issa prūmia” (my heart).

“I love you” muttered Vaeryna.

“-And I love you. My sweet perfect wife.” praised Aemond as he nuzzled Vaeryna’s neck.

“Would you like you hold your daughter?”

“Please” whispered Aemond as he manoeuvred himself away from Vaeryna and climbed off the bed.

Aemond cried openly when his wife placed their tiny babe in his arms.

“A-Are you ok?” asked Vaeryna her voice laced with concern.

Aemond nodded meekly as his gaze never leaving his precious daughter.

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond x oc #hotd aemond #hotd fanfic #aemond fanfiction #aemond fic #aemond x original female character #hotd fic #aegon ii #aegon ii targaryen #hotd aegon #aemond #aemond one eye #house of the dragon aemond #aemond targaryen x oc

86 notes · View notes

rhoorl · 7 months

Text

Week in Review | Oct. 1

Happy October! This month is a really special month for me personally (more on that later). It marks three months on Tumblr! I’m approaching a pretty significant follower milestone (for me) which is really cool. I try to not pay attention to numbers because that’s stressful and I'm trying to treat this as my fun space (and me time), but this milestone made me pause and think about the little community I’ve found here and how special it is to me. To anyone who has left a comment, reblog, like, ask, or message - thank you! You’ve brought some laughter and smiles to my days. My inbox is always open so if you want to say hi please do!

Anyway, here we go with the week in review…

Fics I read this week:

Frankie Morales

The Pilot and His Girl by @avastrasposts - I don't want to spoil what happens in the latest chapter but ahhhh this series is just so so good. But seriously, pack some Kleenex for Chapter 33.

Grocery List by @frenchiereading - I love everything in the Mr. Morales and Miss universe. This is just such cute Frankie fluff.

Delta Palms Tropical Resort by @linzels-blog - You know I love a Triple Frontier AU and I’m so excited to see all of the goings on at the resort run by the boys!

Joel Miller

Body Language by @cupofjoel- Joel shows up at your place with a camcorder and some fun ensues…

Happy Birthday by @trulybetty - Needless to say Joel had a very good birthday this year based on some of the fics I added to my TBR list. However this fic right here?! I was a mess after the first freaking sentence - soft smut is your specialty friend!!

Another entry from @linzels-blog this time in the way of some cute Joel fluff when he attends a parent-teacher conference.

Javier Peña

It's Never Too Late by @javierpena-inatacvest - I was seriously smiling the whole time I read this latest chapter. If you’re looking for a softer Javi (who is still spicy, can’t take that part out of him), then this is such a great read!

What Do We Have Here? by @secretelephanttattoo - We get a little more insight into what Javi’s relationship with Elisa could have been like. I loved all of the references to the show.

Drenched by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin Javi comes home from work sweaty (hello sweaty curls sticking to the back of his neck) and he and reader both end up drenched. 😉

Marcus Pike

Headshots by @secretelephanttattoo - Reader is a photographer tasked with taking headshots at the FBI office. Marcus is so freaking cute in this.

Dieter Bravo

Destiny & Deliverance by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings is a staple on this list and the only Dieter fic I’m consistently reading at the moment. Sounds like we may need to form a support group based on what may be happening in the upcoming chapters, but I am ready.

Fun Posts

Dieter and @morallyinept were back this week dishing out some self-care advice. I seriously love the way Jett puts these posts together, they make me laugh and think.

I shared some of my favorite things on this post, which also included some photos I've taken.

Feral corner:

Joel’s birthday coupled with photos of Pedro on the picket line kept the feral corner well occupied this week. I mean, look at him. I don't even care how he ties his shoes because he's adorable no matter what.

I found there’s a name for the affliction that I and many of us suffer from - Chronic Pascalitis. There are ways to lessen the symptoms, although do you really want that?

Also, the Pike Puddle is getting deeper thanks to posts like this and like this.

Can we also appreciate how beautiful this photo of Pedro is from earlier this year when we appeared on Seth Meyers' show?!

Things I watched:

I started watching this show on Max called Mosaic featuring Garrett Hedlund. It’s been interesting so far, I’m only about halfway through. There was an episode where looked like Benny and I about lost my damn mind.

Personal Update

This month is a really special month for me personally - my daughter was born in October, we rescued our dog in October, and we got married in October. Needless to say, there’s a lot to celebrate but it also has me in my feels as I sit back and reflect on a lot of things.

The past two years and the transition to becoming a mom has been hard and I’m a work in progress on that front every single day. But we've made it and I'm pretty lucky to have the independent, fearless, and hilarious little girl that I do.

My parents have been in town for the past couple of days to celebrate my daughter’s birthday. As a result, my husband and I get to take advantage of some free babysitting help and are doing a little overnight trip. It’s an early anniversary present for us to stay at one of the on-site hotels at Universal and go to Halloween Horror Nights for the night. Yay I get to see Joel and the TLOU house again!

Aside from that, we have some fun things planned this week. I’m excited for the weekend when I get to go see A Strange Way of Life in theaters! I’ll be sure to include a spoiler-free review here next week!

Fic updates:

I should have the next chapter of Working Title out soon. Thank you to those who have listened to me rant and ramble on about it. I’ve been struggling with the latest chapter. Once I get that out then I’ll work on Delta Landscaping - Will and Katie go on their date, but we also have Friday night plans for the others too. I also shared a little tease about a new neighbor coming to Mule Fall Court.

Thanks as always for reading my ramblings, I hope you have an awesome week!

#rhoorl week in review #rhoorl #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal fanfic

63 notes · View notes

dancingrain9625 · 1 year

Note

Couldn't stop thinking of your Imposter!reader AU, a cycle of needless murde

Tws for caps

Imagine Imposter!Reader who justbreaks and centers their entire identity around being the imposter who revives again and again.

"Memento Mori" they start calling themselves, ignoring or forgetting the name they claimed was theirs to everyone. The name others still call them by until they just give up. (Does anyone keep using their human name?)

"Are I not the Imposter of your God? One who is no person? Are you not without sinful desire? Are you not permitted by your God to do what you wish to me, the Imposter, the sin of man incarnate? Why don't you push that onto me? Push all your evils, your wicked thoughts, you monstrous wishes onto me. I will take in your sin and you will be more holy for it."

"The Creator made me for Teyvat, and I will serve it just the way their Grace told so."

("no you weren't you're not from this world that's NOT TRUE THAT'S NOT TRUE THAT'S NOT TRUE-")

"Look at how I die again and again! Proof mankind has needed an outlet to sin onto since it's very start, and an outlet your Creator gave."

"Nobody is without sin, be it the infants or the elderly. So come to me. Save yourself. Save those around you. Purify yourself through me."

"I am Memento Mori, God of Sin and Purification."

("Schadenfreude," Mondstadtian's outside their cult, and then the rest of the world calls them, "Memento Mori, God of Schadenfreude.")

But what about Teyvat's view on this?

Who just accepts the Imposter as somebody who they can do anything to without consequences? Who just takes it as the Imposter being delusional? Who is perfectly fine with this? Who isn't okay with this? Who accepts the idea of the Imposter calling themselves a god and who doesn't?

Does anyone try to implement laws to protect the Imposter? Does anyone try implementing laws that make doing whatever you want to the Imposter more legal?

Does a religion or even a cult surrounding the fake god ever form? Kind of hard to disapprove that idea of them being even somewhat divine when they don't stay dead me thinks. What would their followers philosophies or religious beliefs be?

Btw even if Memento decided to fully embrace their imposterhood/godhood, I don't see their pain tolerance getting better. They scream when tortured as horribly as they did the find time around. They cry and sob just as much as they did their first death. If they're dying but alive they writhe and flail their limbs, making just as much noice. Their pain never numbs unless alcohol or other means of reducing pain is in place.

Now imagine if the reader held a notebook they wrote within since ending up in Teyvat. A diary that they abandoned once they mentally broke. A diary that miraculously enough is perfectly undamaged. Writing wholly legible. One where they wrote about how amazing it is they woke up in a piece of fictional media (assuming they're from Planet Earth and were a Genshin Player that is.), the excitement of meeting their favorite characters, notes of being scared for their life, wanting to go home back from where they came and wishing they never played Genshin Impact, denouncing their love for the characters they loved in plenty of detail.

"My name is [name]." Is scrawled again and again in one particular page.

"I'm not an imposter I just look like their god. I'm [name] Im [name] [name] [name] [name]-" the rest of the page is their name over and over again.

Of course, when inquired about the notebook, Memento will claim it's unfamiliar to them and that they've always been on Teyvat, they've always been the Imposter, and they ABSOLUTELY were handmade by the Creator for Teyvat to break again and again like children throwing tantrums with their toys, please cease your silly games now!

Though this begs the question of who gets possession of the notebook after Reader breaks.

Say, what does the Creator think of the Imposter, before and after they becomes Memento Mori?

And who/what is responsible for the Reader always resurrecting after Death. If it's a person who did it, do they ever put a stop to their resurrection and finally let Reader stay dead or do they let Reader keep dying and reviving as always. For what reason do they do either? For what reason did they not let Reader stay dead in the first place?

Do the Creator take action regarding the Imposter or do they leave them alone?

But if it's not a person but a something keep Reader resurrecting what IS that something and is it possible for it's ability to keep Reader up after deaths ever run out?

First. LIKE DAMN DUDE you pretty much wrote it for me!

But I'm more than happy to expand on your idea! I think it's very cool.

Memento Mori

Remember that you I must die

Those two words held little meaning in the world of Teyvat. At least until you arrived.

"I am Memento Mori, God of Sin and Purification."

The biggest lie you had ever told. Yet one that was impossible to refute. Could they not see how no matter how it was done, no matter who had done it. You would return all the same.

At first, everyone had taken your words as the mere ramblings of a dead man walking. But as the people of Teyvat continued to kill you over and over again your words seemed to be all the more true.

It was a slow but sure process. The views the people had on you changed. They no longer looked upon you with deep hatred but rather a morbid curiosity.

"Are I not the Imposter of your God? One who is no person? Are you not without sinful desire? Are you not permitted by your God to do what you wish to me, the Imposter, the sin of man incarnate? Why don't you push that onto me? Push all your evils, your wicked thoughts, your monstrous wishes onto me. I will take in your sin and you will be more holy for it."

No one believed you at first. As you shouted those words from the middle of Liyue Harbor the people were hesitant to kill you. Especially if you were asking for it.

But all it took was a single person. A single Yaksha. Poor sweet Xiao. His karmic debt-burdened him deeply. Wouldn't you help alleviate that pain?

You smiled as you helped Xiao steady his spear. Pointing it straight at your heart.

"Come Xiao. Allow me to carry the burden you've been forced to bear all this time."

Your smile remained as his weapon pierced through your skin yet the pain was unbearable. Still the same as when he had done it the first time oh so long ago. But it didn't matter. That feeling was nothing compared to the triumph you had just achieved. Did killing you alleviate Xiao's debt?

You didn't know. You didn't care.

But things had finally begun to change in Teyvat. But it was unbearably slow. Whether your plan worked or not didn't change the people's suspicion. Especially of those in power. Still, that didn't change that the domino effect had started.

First, it was one person. Then it was a handful. Then a crowd. Then a town. The people would come to you in lines. They'd each come up to you hoping to have their sin's forgiven. And who were you to deny them. This was your job. What you were created for. (Or so you'd say)

Still, you were bored with the slow progression. So you took drastic measures.

"Kaeya, Surely the regrets of your time as a spy still burden you? How you're actions resulted in your father's death."

"Raiden, don't you wish for a dreamless sleep where you don't see your sister's face?"

"Zhongli, don't you feel a fraction of guilt for putting your people in such danger with Osial. Not to mention how you've treated poor Xiao."

Perhaps you had gone a bit too far with what you told a few people, but it's what they deserved. And low and behold, someone you weren't quite expecting was found at your knees.

As you stared at the Geo Archon who knelt before you it took much willpower to stiffen your smile. Oh how he pleaded to use you so that he might cleanse himself. And over the next days you’d find different people at your feet.

Ninguang.

Jean.

Diluc.

Venti.

Ei.

The list went on and so your place in this world had become solidified. The process of killing you had become something of which only the most worthy could do. Each nation making laws that forbid your killing without those in power’s consent.

Things had finally seemed to be going your way. The people had even begun to call you by the name Mori. Worshiping you as the god you claimed to be. Of course there were still those that doubted your godly hood but with no evidence to prove otherwise they kept their mouths shut.

At least until the Lady Guuji had come across a notebook while searching your room during your stay in Inazuma.

The book was filled with your thoughts on each and every person in Teyvat. It was evident that you had started this journal only once you had taken your position of power but it was none the less completely full of information. Each page filled to the brim with drawings and notes.

Eventually as Yae looked through the pages she stumbled on one that focused on you. It wasn’t like the others all it said was

I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM

The words continued endlessly as they were sprawled onto the page before ending with

I want to go home.

Written in a red ink that stained the nearby pages. Yae kept her discovery to herself as she carefully put the book back where she found it. As she snuck back to the shrine all she could think about was what her Creator thought about all this.

They were very amused.

The Creator watched on with a twisted interest from on high. They had planned to return you home oh so long ago but… this plan of yours… it was far too entertaining. Surely you wouldn’t mind if they kept you around a little longer.

They didn’t quite get it but when the creator looked upon you and what you had done…

They couldn’t help but want to see what happens next.

___

Hope I did your ask some justice.

Thanks for Reading.

#genshin impact #sagau #imposter sagau #angst #imposter

229 notes · View notes

chrisevansonly · 11 months

Text

Momma & Arlie’s Day Out (little duck au)

pairing: momma evans x arlie mae

summary: you’re in need of a few things before you go back to work, so why not take your little girl who also happens to be the best shopper ever<3

warnings: none very cute :)

a/n: slowly getting back on my little duck kick, sorry i’ve been neglecting it, i just haven’t felt like writing for chris much these days, which is unfortunate because i can’t change my username LOL rip

After lots of conversations between you and your husband Chris you’d finally decided to slowly get back into working or at least advising for the time being. You’d stepped down from being a district attorney and opened up your own firm, using your home as your office it was nice to stay close to the kids and of course to Chris. You weren’t totally ready to be fully immersed back into the office and the legal world just yet, truth be told you didn’t think you ever would be, but for now you could do some part time advising and contract work.

That’s where you found yourself this morning looking at your closet and making donate piles of things you didn’t wear anymore or just didn’t fit into. Arlie was home from daycare today after they’d emailed you about a nasty bug going around, so you figured what better than to take your baby girl shopping with you. Arlie had always had a keen eye for fashion and was the best little shopping partner, so you knew it would be fun for both of you.

“Arlie honey?”

Looking through her playroom and then her bedroom you couldn’t find her, she was quite the hide and seek player so you knew there could be a plethora of spots she could be in

“Well don’t you look beautiful”

Smiling you spotted Chris leaning against the kitchen island, his eyes dancing around your figure

“Why thank you handsome”

Chris came over pressing a kiss to your lips

“Arlie is watching Bluey at the moment if you’re looking for her”

“I am! I’m taking her shopping with me today”

He laughed knowing the two of you could do some serious damage when together

“Don’t give me that look! I need my baby to help me pick out a few things!”

“Mhm…”

Smacking his chest lightly you laughed making your way towards the living room, a smile on your face when Arlie looked your way

“Hi momma!”

“Hi my baby, I have a question for you”

She pressed pause on the remote so she could look up at you

“I need some help picking out some new clothes for work, can you come with me?”

She clapped her hands letting out a noise of excitement

“Yes momma! I can help you shop!! I love shoppin’ momma!”

“I know you do baby, just like me huh?”

She nodded before getting up and going over to her toy corner to grab her little purse and her shoes that rested by the back door before meeting you in the front hallway

“Daddy I’m going shoppin’ with momma! See!”

Chris nodded crouching down to press a kiss to her cheek, fixing her laces on her shoes

“You and momma are gonna go crazy aren’t you?”

Arlie shrugged before crossing her arms and sending Chris an innocent looking smile

“Momma always says if you don’t go crazy, you not shoppin’ right”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled in your throat, a hand over your mouth as Chris raised an eyebrow in your direction

“That’s right my girl, so let’s shop till we drop!”

“Bye bye daddy, love you!”

Chris shook his head

“Love you girls too, be safe”

When you and Arlie shopped, you could really go for hours, she had helped you pick out some new suits, all colourful because in Arlie’s eyes “momma needs to be a rainbow.” So it was needless to say that Chris was not surprised about the amount of bags you two had brought back, Arlie having her own, and of course you’d picked up a few things for Wesley and Chris. Anytime you and Arlie hit the mall up you usually ended up buying a few things for everyone

“Daddy we got so much!!”

“I can see that baby, did you have fun with momma?”

“Mhm, gonna go put my bags away!”

Chris laughed watching her run towards her room, bags hitting her little legs and the walls as she went, his eyes then moving back to you

“Did you have a good day honey?”

“We did! I picked up a few things, tried not to go too crazy..”

It wasn’t as if money was a problem for your family, you and Chris both had good careers that brought in the money and the two of you were more than grateful to live a very comfortable life, but you still every so often got worried that Chris would get uncomfortable with your’s and Arlie’s shopping days.

“Baby, you can go as crazy as you’d like, Arlie too, you both are my world, Wesley too so if you want to go shopping and lose your mind in the mall go for it honey”

Smiling you leaned up to place a kiss on his lips

“I love you so much…so much that I may have gotten you a few little things..”

“I don’t doubt you did baby, I love you more”

You took a few more minutes of quiet with Chris before Arlie was yelling to show her dad everything she’d gotten, and Wesley had now woken up and was babbling through the baby monitor. You wouldn’t trade this life for anything, and the more time you spent with your babies and Chris, the more you thought about maybe adding one more addition to the family

but that would be a discussion for another day…

143 notes · View notes

bouncydragon · 9 months

Text

Unusual Judgement

So, I finished this somewhat silly "little" fic a while ago but was nervous about posting it anywhere (still am tbh). The title is not set, actually, it's just the most decent one I could think of instead of the placeholder I had previously. Well, anyway, hope you enjoy it.

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy x Alfie

Word count: 2195

Summary: In which Alfie comes to Tommy's mansion but has to face judgement by someone very important to Tommy first before getting to the fun activities. Needless to say he thinks it's ridiculous but still he will humour Tommy.

Warnings: None, I think... It's just silly and soft.

AO3

“This is utterly ridiculous,” Alfie complained as Tommy practically dragged him towards the stables of his country estate.

Alfie had only arrived at Arrow House perhaps ten minutes ago, with a clear plan in mind of what to do with his time here, but apparently Tommy had an entirely different idea of how they should spend their already limited time together. At least for the time being, which was still an unfortunate development. Alright, perhaps Alfie was exaggerating a little bit but still, he could think of lots of things they could be doing instead.

They didn’t get to see each other as much as they wanted, and especially not in Tommy’s own home. It was—usually anyway—clandestine meetings in not too fancy hotels; hotels where they knew nobody would rat on them, or even bat an eye at two men (that very well may be walking a tad too close to each other) going up to the same room to spend the night. There was the rare occasion of them meeting at Alfie’s own house in Camden Town but he had fairly nosy neighbours, and another man staying with him overnight would probably cause rumours to spread like a fucking wildfire. Which in and of itself Alfie didn’t give much of a fuck about but if those rumours would reach the ears of his or Tommy’s enemies, they would be in a whole lot of trouble, as a thing like this was perfect leverage against either of them. And it would be far easier for those fuckers to have them arrested by the coppers for fucking sodomy than to try and take Alfie and Tommy out themselves. They would need proof of course, and Tommy and him were fairly good liars (or bullshitters, whatever), but it would still be a bad situation for them and it was doubtful they’d be able to ever shake the rumours after it, so they didn’t want to take any risks; at least not more than already anyway.

Either way, the invitation to stay at Tommy’s mansion over the weekend had come as quite the surprise for Alfie but also he liked the slight change in their routine and the chance to spend more than a mere few hours or a night with Tommy. He still was a bit worried about it though, about the possibility of Tommy’s family catching them mostly. But his housekeeper Frances was nice and also apparently knew what was going on here actually, judging by the knowing smile she had given Alfie upon his arrival. She hadn’t commented on anything and Tommy seemed to trust her a lot, so Alfie was quite sure she would keep their little secret safe.

And seriously, Alfie was looking forward to this weekend, but the start of it was certainly quite odd. He should be used to Tommy’s sometimes unpredictable behaviour by now, though usually that meant rage and anger and not… this. He’d even go so far to call it eccentric, at least in this very circumstance.

“They’re a good judge of character,” Tommy said, like it made any sense to anyone but himself. He didn’t look back at Alfie as he said that but, thanks to the privacy of his own property, still held Alfie’s hand. Which Alfie did not mind at all, to be honest, he just wished Tommy wouldn’t drag so much.

Alfie rolled his eyes, trying to keep up with Tommy’s rather crisp pace. He was undoubtedly excited, which was an interesting thing to witness. “You already know my fucking character.”

Tommy shrugged and just kept on dragging Alfie towards the horses that were grazing out on the pasture.

“Tommy, treacle,” Alfie tried, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Are you actually telling me that you put more weight on a bloody horse’s opinion of someone than on your own?”

“They’re good judges of character,” Tommy repeated matter-of-factly, not making any more sense this time around.

“Alright,” Alfie sighed. “I’ll humour you. So, hypothetically, if the horse doesn’t approve of me, what will happen? Will you just break this off? Send me on my merry fucking way and return to business as usual?”

“No, of course not,” Tommy answered, finally stopping his infuriating dragging. He looked at Alfie with those bright blue eyes that he knew very well drove Alfie crazy. “You’ll just have to… spend more time with them, charm them.” He grinned. “You know, how you’d do with the parents of someone you love.”

Alfie pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. “You are fucking ridiculous, mate.”

“And yet you love me, Alfie.”

“Do I?” Alfie couldn’t believe this man. Mad, just mad. Which, coming from him, said a fucking lot. “I might have to rethink that.”

Tommy let go of his hand, crossing his arms over his chest. He quirked an eyebrow, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side, and just looked at Alfie. Just looked at him with those bright blue eyes. A piercing look, quite intense. It was the kind of look Tommy used when negotiating with someone, be it a potential business partner or an enemy. Alfie liked that look, and the way others caved under it, which unfortunately included him in this instance.

He sighed. “Alright, I do. But you are still fucking ridiculous, Tommy.”

Tommy just smirked triumphant. Alfie shook his head; and people called him a madman.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Alfie decided. “I have better things to do, like getting those clothes off you and fuck you senseless.”

Tommy chuckled and shook his head. “Patience is a virtue, darling,” he said softly as he took Alfie’s hand again, giving it a gentle squeeze just because he could.

Alfie rolled his eyes and let Tommy lead him onto the pasture. He liked the feel of Tommy’s hand in his, to be completely honest. Mostly because they didn’t get to do that very often.

Ever since this thing between them started (they had only very recently started to call it an actual relationship), Alfie had made the surprising discovery that Tommy liked touching, a lot. He always needed to touch Alfie in some way. It wasn’t possible at all in public, and also not when they were alone but there was the possibility of someone walking in on them, like when they were in either of their offices. Alfie got the impression that it bothered Tommy to not be able to touch him, even in the simplest, smallest way imaginable. They usually opted for being just a little too close to each other but it obviously wasn’t the same. So when they finally got some time alone, Tommy could absolutely not keep his hands off Alfie.

Actually, Alfie would even go so far to say that Tommy could get quite needy, in private anyways. Always needing to touch and be close, somehow having forgotten the concept of personal space; not that Alfie minded, alright. He actually quite liked it because it was such a drastically different side of the usually so cold and ruthless Tommy Shelby—a side that perhaps not even his own family got to see often, if at all. He could be so sweet and soft and was actually very much able to relax. He just hardly got the chance to, Alfie supposed, which made it all the more surprising that he found it so easy to relax when he was alone with Alfie.

He also liked to cuddle, liked it a lot, but would never fucking admit it, not even at gunpoint. You could probably torture him and he’d sooner admit to being queer than to being a cuddler.

“I still think you’re being ridiculous, just so we’re clear,” Alfie pointed out, watching the horses warily.

He wasn’t scared of horses, mind you. He just wasn’t particularly a fan of them, perhaps it was their size or those fucking hooves that could potentially crack a man’s skull. He also just simply could not fathom what Tommy saw in them. He did like to see that certain glow in Tommy’s eyes when he was talking about them though. That look of pure childlike delight. Or the look of unrestrained excitement Tommy had right now due to the prospect of introducing Alfie to his horses. It was sweet, he supposed, and it softened Tommy’s ragged edges, almost making him look a bit younger, less weary of life and its endless troubles.

Tommy just nodded in response to Alfie’s comment and stopped walking. He whistled and while all of the horses lifted their heads (their heads were too big as well, Alfie thought, everything about horses was kind of weird), only one of them walked towards where Tommy and Alfie were standing near the fence. It was, in all fairness and Alfie’s uneducated opinion, a quite beautiful looking horse with a sleek black coat and mane that blew softly in the fresh spring breeze.

It still looked quite a bit intimidating though.

The horse approached Tommy first, nudging him softly and earning a pat on the neck and a soft smile. Tommy petted its head tenderly and whispered something to it, while throwing a sideways glance at Alfie, who really tried not to grow uncomfortable or even anxious in this very unusual situation.

Being judged by a horse was certainly something else and only Thomas fucking Shelby would come up with it. Honestly, why he loved this cunt was beyond Alfie sometimes.

The horse slowly strode towards Alfie, fixing him with its dark eyes. Alfie stayed still, just waiting for whatever was about to happen. The horse came to a halt right in front of him.

“Hello… horse,” Alfie said, unsure of how to act exactly.

The horse circled around Alfie, seemingly taking all of him in with a certain degree of scrutiny. Alfie had no idea horses could even look so scrutinising. He’d bet, if it could, it would raise an eyebrow at him. It made him feel somewhat uneasy. When it finally stopped its assessment, it stood in front of Alfie and sniffed him curiously, eventually huffing right into Alfie’s face and nickering. It nudged him and nipped at his coat’s pockets. Alfie looked towards Tommy with an eyebrow raised in question and cluelessness. Since this had been his idea, Tommy should give him some pointers on how to proceed at least. But the other man simply grinned and looked very pleased.

“He likes you,” he explained. “He is demanding treats.”

“Well, I don’t have any, obviously.”

Tommy took Alfie’s hand and put some treats in it. “Go on. Flat palm.”

Alfie sighed and held his hand out to the horse just like Tommy said. The horse sniffed at it, accepting the peace offering, as Alfie would describe it, and happily munched away.

Tommy looked indeed very pleased and happy next to Alfie, smiling softly at him—oh, there was the reason why he loved him, now he remembered. It was a very good look on him though, so the ridiculousness with the horse had at least been worth it in the end.

“Are we done with this then?” Alfie asked, dropping his hand once the horse had eaten all the treats.

Tommy nodded smiling, wrapping his arms around Alfie's neck. “Still think I’m ridiculous?”

“Yes,” Alfie answered but smiled. “But I also love you, you fucking bastard.”

Tommy chuckled, shaking his head. Alfie grinned at him, then closed the small distance between them, capturing Tommy's soft lips in a tender but almost hungry kiss, which caused a low, pleased hum to escape Tommy.

This was exceptionally nice and special, Alfie thought as Tommy leaned further into the kiss, deepening it. He let his hands wander down Tommy's back, feeling the tiny shudder of anticipation that went through the other man's body at that simple gesture. He settled a hand on the small of Tommy's back, pulling him closer against him. He probably wasn't much different than Tommy, if he genuinely thought about it. Couldn't keep his hands off him, right, always needed to touch and feel the man's body against his.

In his defence, it was a very, very nice feeling.

The thing that made Alfie smile even more though, was that there was no tension in Tommy's body anywhere right now. He was just happy and relaxed, leaning into Alfie's embrace and savouring their kiss, almost getting lost in it even.

It was such a rare thing that they could be so open with their affection for each other, so they cherished any moment when they got to do it. Doing it so out in the open would be impossible under any other circumstance but this being Tommy's private property, they were thankfully sheltered and could for once just be themselves without fear of consequences and judgement.

Eventually it was Tommy who broke the kiss first, giving Alfie a soft, pleased smile. Without a word, he intertwined their fingers and took Alfie back to the house and up to his bedroom. Now this was more what Alfie had in mind when he had come here and so he was looking forward to it immensely.

#this came about due to some silly idea during an rp #it's silly and def ooc i think #i don't feel like writing serious stuff rn #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders #tommy x alfie #alfie x tommy #tommy shelby #alfie solomons #tofie #sholomons

68 notes · View notes