#once again i am wishing i could have just been happy with being born a cis man

[nevernonline]

✧.* svt as songs from 1989 (taylors vrs)

happy 1989 day to all my bbs celebrating!! xoxo. idk whose but one of these will prob end up being a full fic vv soon give me a suggestion lol im indecisive 🩵😌

seungcheol: i wish you would.

"2 AM, here we are see your face, hear my voice in the dark. we're a crooked love in a straight line down. makes you wanna run and hide but it made us turn right back around. i wish you would come back, wish i never hung up the phone like i did, i wish you knew that I'd never forget you as long as i live and i wish you were right here, right now, it's all good i wish you would."

jeonghan: is it over now?

"was it over when she laid down on your couch? was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse? "come here," i whispered in your ear in your dream as you passed out, baby. was it over then? and is it over now?"

joshua: new romantics.

" 'Cause baby, I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me. and every day is like a battle but every night with us is like a dream. baby, we're the new romantics, come along with me. heartbreak is the national anthem, we sing it proudly. we are too busy dancin' to get knocked off our feet. baby, we're the new romantics the best people in life are free"

junhui: wonderland.

"flashin' lights and we took a wrong turn and we fell down a rabbit hole. you held on tight to me ’cause nothing's as it seems and spinning out of control. didn't they tell us, "don’t rush into things"? didn't you flash your green eyes at me? haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds? oh, didn't it all seem new and exciting? i felt your arms twisting around me, i should have slept with one eye open at night. we found wonderland, you and i got lost in it"

soonyoung: how you get the girl.

"stand there like a ghost, shakin' from the rain. she'll open up the door and say, "are you insane?"say, "it's been a long six months" and you were too afraid to tell her what you want. and that's how it works that's how you get the girl and then, you say i want you for worse or for better i would wait forever and ever. broke your heart, i'll put it back together, i would wait forever and ever and that's how it works. that's how you get the girl."

wonwoo: blank space.

"nice to meet you, where you been? i could show you incredible things. magic, madness, heaven, sin saw you there and I thought "oh, my god, look at that face. you look like my next mistake love's a game, wanna play?" new money, suit and tie i can read you like a magazine. ain't it funny? rumors fly and i know you heard about me. so, hey, let's be friends i'm dyin' to see how this one ends, grab your passport and my hand i can make the bad guys good for a weekend."

jihoon: you are in love.

"morning, his place burnt toast, sunday, you keep his shirt, he keeps his word and for once, you let go of your fears and your ghosts. one step, not much, but it said enough. you kiss on sidewalks, you fight and you talk one night, he wakes strange look on his face pauses, then says "you're my best friend" and you knew what it was, he is in love."

dokyeom: suburban legends.

"i didn't come here to make friends we were born to be suburban legends. when you hold me, it holds me together and you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever. i know that you still remember we were born to be national treasures. when you told me we'd get back together and you kissed me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever."

mingyu: wildest dreams.

"he's so tall and handsome as hell, he's so bad, but he does it so well and when we've had our very last kiss, my last request it this. say you'll remember me standin' in a nice dress starin' at the sunset, babe. red lips and rosy cheeks say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams."

minghao: i know places.

"you stand with your hand on my waistline it's a scene and we're out here in plain sight, i can hear them whisper as we pass by. it's a bad sign, bad sign. somethin' happens when everybody finds out, see the vultures circlin', dark clouds. love's a fragile little flame, it could burn out. 'cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns. they are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run baby, i know places we won't be found and they'll be chasing their tails tryin' to track us down. 'cause i know places we can hide"

seungkwan: sweeter than fiction.

"seen you fall, seen you crawl on your knees, seen you lost in a crowd, seen your colors fade. wish i could make it better, someday you won't remember this pain you thought would last forever and ever there you'll stand, ten feet tall i will say, "i knew it all along" your eyes are wider than distance this life is sweeter than fiction"

vernon: now that we don't talk.

"you grew your hair long you got new icons and from the outside it looks like you're tryin' lives on i miss the old ways. you didn't have to change, but i guess i don't have a say now that we don't talk. i call my mom, she said that it was for the best remind myself the morе i gave, you'd want me less i cannot bе your friend, so i pay the price of what i lost and what it cost, now that we don't talk."

chan: slut!

"send the code, he's waitin' there the sticks and stones they throw froze mid-air. everyone wants him, that was my crime, the wrong place at the right time and i break down, then he's pullin' me in. in a world of boys, he's a gentleman."

#❃ - duffytalks #seventeen fluff #seventeen headcanons #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #svt reactions #svt fic #svt texts #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen au #seventeen x oc #seventeen x y/n #seventeen x you #minghao scenarios #joshua scenarios #mingyu headcanons #svt headcanons #svt scenarios #svt aesthetic #svt x reader #svt fluff #seventeen fic #svt fanfic #svt creations #vernon svt #svt joshua #woozi svt #jun scenarios #hoshi svt

[arpmemething2]

Batman the Animated Series sentence starters

Send one for my muse’s reaction.  Feel free to change pronouns as needed.

"All right, scum bucket, it's you, me, and thirty stories. You're gonna tell me exactly what I want to know."

"That's one way to remove a splinter."

"I have this natural immunity against poisons, toxins, the pain and suffering of others. Go figure."

"I failed you. I wish there were another way for me to say it. I cannot. I can only beg your forgiveness, and pray you hear me somehow, someplace... someplace where a warm hand waits for mine."

"Last time we met, you tried to throw me off a building."

"If you think I've been bad news before..."

"Old and infirm as you are, I'd trade a thousand of my frozen years for your worst day."

"What kind of a saboteur uses a six-thousand dollar Metronex to set a time bomb?"

"I never counted on being happy."

"A strong mind can fuel a frail body."

"I need a new car."

"There's no way you could have escaped from that explosion! How did you get out?"

"I'm gettin' too old for this."

"I suppose what they say is true: society is to blame. High society."

"Succumb to the fear!"

"Gee, it's amazing the things you find in people's glove compartments."

"Children and guns do not mix. Ever."

"I'm having a BAD DAY! I'm sick of people trying to shoot me, run me over or blow me up!"

"They're not stupid, and it's your party."

"Aren't they just the cutest family you've ever seen?"

"It's midnight darling, time to unmask."

"It's gonna be one of those nights."

"When you look too long into the abyss, the abyss looks back through you."

"If you're so smart, why aren't you rich?"

"You've got to admit there's something between us."

"There's always time to heal."

"I didn't realize you'd taken up listening to rock and roll."

"Choosing a weekend date?"

"I don't believe in fate."

"An entire city screaming in fear. I wonder if we'll be able to hear it."

"Some thought I'd gone mad. Others thought I always had been. And so they put me where they thought I belonged."

"Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no tales."

"This city would fall apart without you!"

"I love that trick but I can never make it work."

"Taking up video games, are we?"

"I hate it when he does that."

"You are strong... but not strong enough!"

"They don't make straight jackets like they used to. I should know."

"He's not samurai. He's NINJA. They're spies and assassins. Their only code is to get the job done."

"A pixel is worth a thousand words."

"I am vengeance! I am the night!!"

"And who says opera has to be boring?"

"He always knew how to make an exit."

"Hey! Do I hit your kids? Oh, actually I do..."

"Now boys, didn't your mommies teach you that's not the way to get a lady's attention?"

"Not the robot theory again."

"Freeze, maggots! You're all under arrest!"

"You said you'd never let me go home!"

"What was she before she went bonkers?"

"This used to be a beautiful street. Good people lived here once."

"'Tis better to have loved and lost, and made a small profit, than never to have loved at all!"

"Chance is everything. Whether you're born or not, whether you live or die, whether you're good or bad. It's all arbitrary."

"But you've forgotten the first rule of comedy: if you have to explain the joke... THEN IT ISN'T FUNNY!"

"I told you not to speak!"

"Coming through! Hot stuff!"

"The snow is beautiful, don't you think? Clean, uncompromising..."

"When the going gets tough, the tough go shopping."

"What a pleasant surprise. Though I should warn you - breaking and entering is against the law."

"This could cause a stampede to pork."

"You really know how to put the fun in funeral."

"You ought to put your toys away."

"Would not, could not... would not, could not... oh, could not join the dance."

"Home. I never thought that could sound so good."

"Then I'll see you in your nightmares!"

"As the Bard said, "the fault lies not in our stars, but in ourselves.""

"You know what I'd have given for a death scene like this. Too bad I won't get to read the notices."

"He's a little protective of all this. I think he likes bats better than people."

"All your power and money has bought you an empire of misery."

"Don't try this at home kids!"

"I feel ill."

"Well, that was fun! Now, who's for Chinese?"

"You're about to fall out of orbit."

"Why can't he ever stay dead?"

"They can bury me in the ground, as deep as they like. But I'll grow back. We always grow back. Don't we, baby?"

"All men have something to hide. The brighter the picture, the darker the negative."

"You thought I was just another bubble-headed blond bimbo! Well, the joke's on you, 'cause I'm not even a real blonde."

"When the wage slaves start acting like they own the place, it's time to pull the plug."

"I've been known to be foolish, but ain't nobody calls me a liar and goes to bed happy."

"Since you don't like my side-splitters, how 'bout a skull-splitter?"

"This is kidnapping, mister! Last time I checked, it was highly illegal!"

[graceisinthelibrary]

It had started with a single pink rose on her little desk in the kitchen on Valentine’s Day in 1939. There had been no card, no message, no clue of the giver whatsoever. It had been mysterious and cute and she had felt herself blushing, and admittedly she had basked in the attention.

It had been ages since someone had thought of her as their Valentine. It hadn’t mattered who the mysterious giver was, although she had her suspicions. 

Audrey had suspected that the identity of her secret admirer was no other than Tris and the mere thought had made her smile. She had put the rose in a vase and had taken in joy in the fact that someone was thinking of her. She had never questioned him about it and had rather spent the whole day with a wide smile on her face. 

On Valentine’s Day in 1940, six weeks after Tristan’s departure she had found another pink rose on her desk and this time she had been certain that Tristan couldn’t have been the one to deliver it. When she had asked Gerald about the rose a day later she had been met with red ears and an awkward silence that was enough of an answer. In fact the conversation following  had been so cringeworthy that she decided to forget to inquire any further. 

When Helen had made a cheeky remark about Gerald being the gifter Audrey had just smiled and for one second when her eyes had met Siegfried’s over the kitchen table, she had wondered if it had been his present, but she had quickly discarded the idea, because every year on the 14th of February he visited the cemetery to place a small bouquet of her favourite flowers, lilies, on the grave of his beloved wife. She couldn’t picture him sneaking a single flower on her desk as a romantic gesture. The rose stood on her desk until its scent had faded and it had started to wither. 

When Audrey entered the kitchen on the morning of Valentine’s day in 1941 she found another pink rose on her desk. This time she found a card right next to it. The card, coloured in a tender rosé and with a robin on its cover, was too delicate for words. With a slight tremble in her hands, she picked it up and opened it. 

She knew the hand like her own and recognised the slight evidence of the writer’s own insecurity as he had written down the words. 

Lord Byron said, “Friendship is love without wings.” But my wings, my dearest, have been tamed for too long and they long to fly. For you. With you. And for all eternity. 

Here I am, wishing for you to be my everything. 

My companion, my lover, and my wife. 

With all my love, 

Siegfried.

Hot tears were swimming in her eyes as she kept reading the lines over and over again, fearing they could vanish. Fearing it was all a dream that could fade away, came morning. Once she dared to look up, her vision blurry, her head dizzy, she met a couple of dark eyes that lay attentively on her. There were no words, no staggering admission that could express the happiness she felt inside. With two long steps she was standing right in front of him and had her arms thrown around his neck. With her head buried in the crook of his neck, she inhaled his scent and basked in his nearness. 

She felt his lips on her head, her eyes, on the tip of her pointed nose, and then on her lips.

“My everything,” he whispered softly and then she cried from wholesome, utter happiness. 

She had never been anyone’s everything before. She had lost Robert to the war, before they had truly begun. When her son had been born she had to share him first with Robert, before she had lost him to his criminal antics. 

Being Siegfried’s everything, to fly with him, was everything she had ever dreamt of. 

“Let’s fly together then,” she whispered and sealed her intention with a soft kiss. 

From this day on a single pink rose graced her desk every day of the year and a robin was sitting in the trees by the cemetery near the church. It sang for the bypassers and guarded those who had left. 

#acgas 2020 #all creatures great and small #siegfried farnon #audrey hall #fanfiction #siegfried x audrey #valentines day

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

can you write Where Reader is married to MJF. And Reader and MJF have a kid/kids . And Reader and MJF kid/ kids has never gotten to see Their Dad MJF wrestle at an AEW show in person. And then MJF and Reader kid/ kids when Aew dynamite goes off the air MJF and his kid/kids join their dad in the ring?

Surprises

Word count: 705

Main Masterlist MJF Masterlist

Tonight was a special night, not only would it be the 200th episode of dynamite but it would also be the first time my daughter Scarlet would see both of her parents perform. Although she was only 7 months and would not remember the event it was a very special night for both Max and I. When I found out that I was pregnant I was terrified. When I told Max I was pregnant I was shocked for him to be so happy about it. We were both young, 26 years old with big plans for the future, plans that will be on hold with the new baby. Although I was a bit frustrated with the sudden surprise it was a blessing in disguise. Max had been unhappy for weeks, Wardlow had finally turned on him and beat him at double or nothing which had been the final straw. The week after I told Max that I was pregnant he went on air and begged Tony to fire him. 

I remember watching the whole incident go down backstage from a monitor and being terrified and angry. Why would he do something so stupid? It turned out that one of the reasons he did it was so he could be with me during my pregnancy. 

Our daughter Scarlet was born on December 5th, and of course since Max had made his return in September and won the world championship in November he just had to bring the triple b to the hospital when I gave birth. Since our daughter was born it was difficult at times, Max having to travel town to town for work was frustrating. Frustrating because it was hard to take care of a baby myself and frustrating because I wish I could have been there with him. 

It has been 7 months since Scarlet was born and I have finally returned to in ring action. I made my surprise return at Forbidden Door a few weeks ago and defeated Willow Nightingale for the NJPW Strong Women's Championship. Now here we are on the 200th episode of dynamite celebrating the wonderful milestone. 

The show had gone great, I successfully retained my title against Nyla Rose, MJF won against Sammy Guevara and Hikaru Shida became AEW Womens Champion once again. After Dynamite went off the air we filmed Rampage Which also went great. Before the night was over several wrestlers came out to talk about AEW and thank the fans for supporting us for 200 episodes. Myself and Max included.

“Thank you everyone so much! As you know I recently made my return at Forbidden Door-” I tried to get my words out but was overcome with emotion as the fans kept cheering so loud. 

“But the truth is, I have been keeping a big secret from all of you for the past year. I know I said that I was out of action due to a shoulder injury, which was true but there was something else that was keeping me out of action.” I looked over at Max with a big smile on my face as he began to speak. 

“I don’t know if you dumb people in​​ Tampa knew this but the two of us are married in real life. 

You see I like to keep my personal life private and how we were able to keep this one a secret for such a long time is crazy.” Max said as he exited the ring, approaching ringside. 

“7 months ago my life changed. 7 months ago I became a father” Max said as the fans started to go wild. I followed him down to the side of the ring and picked up my daughter from the nanny who was sitting ringside with her. 

“This is our daughter Scarlet, I thought tonight would be the perfect night to introduce her to the world. I know back at All Out you schmucks thought I came back for you fans but the truth was I came back for her” Max said pointing to the tiny baby. 

“Now I know some of you will see me differently from now on but the truth is I am still better than all of you and you know it” 

#bullet clubs bitch #aew smut #all elite wrestling #aew #aew fanfiction #mjf fanfiction #mjf imagine #mjf #mjf x reader #mjf smut #mjf aew #maxwell jacob friedman masterlist #maxwell jacob friedman fanfic #maxwell jacob friedman #pro wrestling #fanfic

[nicherayyy]

heyy! hope you're having a good day/afternoon/night so far! i've been enjoying many of your la squadra x child! reader drabbles, they're just so cute o((>ω< ))o

i was wondering if i could have some headcanons of the la squadra members letting their stands interact with the child reader (for the sake of this, we'll just say the reader is a stand user since it'd be impossible for a non-stand user to see stands)? idk, i think it'd be so cute seeing scenarios like: the reader giving little feet random useless things and just wanting it to shrink them or maybe the reader trying to teach baby face what they learned in school. not sure how the reader would interact with pesci or ghiaccio's stands since they're not exactly humanoid?? but i'm sure you'll come up with something awesome, haha. tysm!

Omg I’m crying

Child Reader interacting with La Squadra stands

Let’s just imagine that you were born as a stand user (which actually really surprised La Squadra), so you can see their stands. You’re a curious child, so the only thing you want is to communicate with your adoptive parents stands, I mean.. who wouldn’t want to. 

When you first saw Man In The Mirror, well, you just stared at him. Don’t think that you were scared, just the opposite. The stand’s features were just.. so interesting. So interesting that you didn’t even blink while looking at him (this scared Illuso af). But after some time you started reading book with the stand. Meanwhile Man In The Mirror just watched over you:

“And then, a big-big hippo.. hip..” 

“Hippopotamus”, Illuso corrected with pure amusement in his voice.

“Hush, I’m not reading to you”, you rolled your eyes and then looked at Illuso’s stand that was hiding in the mirror “Am I right?”, Man In The Mirror just nodded.

And when you found out that Little Feet can shrink things, oh boy. Formaggio is already used to these moments when his child asking him if he can “summon his friend because I want him to shrink this book for me”. This moments is so random the poor man doesn’t even know when you want to shrink something again. 

Ghiaccio’s White Album is your personal cat. Blue haired man didn’t want you to interact with his stand at first, but he couldn’t stand you being upset so he gave up. 

“Can I see a kitty?”, you asked innocently.

“It’s not a cat and my answer is”, Ghiaccio looked into your eyes full of hope “My answer is yes, you can see him” he said before summoning his stand. Ghiaccio is an angry gremlin, but even he can’t resist your wishes.

Fishing with Pesci is gonna be a thing. It’s your monthly tradition after all.

“And now pull” 

“Like this?”, you asked while pulling Beach Boy out of water. 

“Yes”, Pesci patted your head while smiling, “You did such a great job”

Baby Face is willing to listen whatever you say. Hears something interesting at school? He is already waiting for the interesting fact you’ll tell him today. 

“Did you know that whale songs can be used to map out the ocean floor? Isn’t it incredible?”

Melone is just happy to see you so hyped up about something, so he just watches your interaction. In addition, such conversations will help develop his junior.

Risotto would never have thought that his stand can be cute to someone. Well, that was before he met you. Even just holding those little beans in your hands made you so happy.

“Can I hold beans?” 

Risotto was distracted from his paperwork.

“Sure you can, just make sure not to make much noise, I’m still working”, he said before Metallica beans were summoned in your hands. 

What about Grateful Dead.. well, you saw him just once. From a distance. And after that you keep asking Prosciutto to see him again. 

“When will I see your stand again?”, you confront him, looking disappointed.

Prosciutto just sighed.

“I told you that never, it’s dangerous” he replied before putting you in his lap. Anyway you’ll be waiting for Prosciutto’s stand appearance, you even draw him a picture. He must feel so lonely because Pros won’t let you see him. 

#la squadra esecuzioni #la squadra di esecuzione #la squadra x reader #la squadra #jjba part 5 #jojo bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba x reader #risotto nero x reader #prosciutto x reader #pesci x reader #formaggio x reader #illuso x reader #ghiaccio x reader #melone x reader #jjba vento auero #vento aureo

[cheeseceli]

Moving on

pairing: ex!Changbin × gn!Reader

genre: angst, small drabble

Description: you found out that Changbin has moved on, and maybe it's your time to let your love story behind

Warnings: none i think? Not proofread

Request: yes!

A/n: probably not my best work but I liked it nevertheless, hope this is what you wanted!

Pt 2

You didn't believe the news when you first saw them. You thought it was some sort of clickbait or a marketing strategy, but it was true. After looking up in every website you could find, you finally understood that Changbin was going to get married.

You were looking down the Stray Kids' instagram, seeing the photos that announced oh so happily that Changbin, the man who is used to be the love of your life, was now an engaged man. The photos were beautiful. Both looked happy. Of course they were.

You should have stopped scrolling down the social media because now you were too deep down. You saw every single picture the couple had together and, you're not one to lie, they looked cute together. You read every comment you could find congratulating the two of them. The other members were so excited with the news. Everyone was filled with joy.

Why couldn't you?

You two broke up more than three years ago, and you did so in good terms. There was no thing such as a horrible fight, or external influences like jealousy and it wasn't toxic. Actually, that relationship was the most perfect thing you could have had in your whole romantic life and Changbin was your dream man. But sadly you were not born to the wall of fame.

The relationship ended because you didn't want your faces in every gossip magazine. You wanted to have datings without being followed for paparazzi. You didn't want fans nor haters. Gosh, once the media found out you were dating one of the best rappers in the kpop industry you even gained your own fan club. Of course, Changbin and JYP crew tried to give you as much comfort and privacy as possible, but there is a certain limit to what they could've done. It wasn't enough for you. You wanted to be away from the public attention. The only possible way to have it was to be apart from your now ex boyfriend.

God knows you both tried your best. But he was made for the stage and it would be selfish of you take it away from him. But you didn't want anything related to fame, and it would be selfish of him to ask you to stay. You would break up, stay as friends and then maybe, in the future, you could try again.

Sadly, future didn't wait for you. Now he loved someone new and would soon settle down with them. You knew it's been a while but you weren't expecting to see this happen. You were not prepared.

What hurts more to see was that the new love of Changbin's life wasn't famous. You were expecting to see another idol, an actor or a model, but you met a normal person. Someone who lived a life away from the spotlights but didn't mind seeing Changbin shine. And you knew you shouldn't be comparing but you couldn't help but think: if I had endured the pressure, would we still be together?

If only you were a little bit stronger back then.

But you guys were friends. That's how you decided it would be. You talked with each other occasionally and the person he is now engaged with has even met you already. It was a healthy situation. So, you had the obligation to congratulate him even though you were dying inside.

"Hey" you texted him "I saw the news. Congratulations Binnie, you guys deserve all the happiness in the world."

Binnie: "Y/n, hey. Thank you so much!! How are you by the way? It has been a while since we last talked"

You laughed through the tears that were forming in your eyes. How were you supposed to reply? How could you just text him something like "I am heartbroken as we speak because I wish that you were marrying me instead" or "I feel horrible because I wanted to be happy for you but I can only feel sadness and even jealousy"? No, you couldn't say that.

You: "I'm fine. I certainly do not have breaking news like you lmao"

Binnie: "Haha, fair enough."

Binnie: "Also, I wanted to ask you before I lose my courage, would you like to come to the wedding?"

For a second your mind went blank. You couldn't belive he had just asked that.

Binnie: "I know that this is probably super awkward considering that we are exes, but I swear it's fine with us! Actually, my partner is the one who gave this idea. They like you a lot haha."

Binnie: "But it's okay if you don't want to."

You: "I'd love to." No you wouldn't. "Just send me the invitation and I will be there."

Binnie: "Really? That's amazing! Once everything's ready we'll send the informations to you!"

You: "I can't wait."

You don't know if he sent you any more texts. Truly, you didn't want to know. Even if you did, you wouldn't be able to read the message with your teary eyes. What the hell were you doing? Going to your ex's wedding only to see the man you still love confessing his feelings to someone who isn't you is only going to break your heart even more.

But maybe that's exactly what you needed. You needed to break your heart so much so he could get out of there, so you could move on. After all, you shouldn't spend all your years loving someone who isn't available for you, and will never be. You're still allowed to be part of his life and that should make you satisfied. You would pretend to be happy for him until those feelings became true.

And maybe, after everything, you'd be able to fall in love one more time. With someone new, someone who would make you forget the man you cannot have now.

feedbacks and reblogs are very much appreciated!

what if i make a part 2 where y/n gets to be with this someone new?

#i love requests #they are so fun to make #changbin reader #changbin #seo changbin #skz angst #stray kids angst #stray kids drabbles #skz drabbles #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #skz headcanons #skz imagine #stray kids #skz #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz x you #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #stray kids soft hours #stray kids soft thoughts #celi drabbles #anon - 🐭

[teaboot]

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

Tagged by @lost-and-cused 💛

Are you named after anyone? Yes, a musician my mother met in Russia!

When was the last time you cried? Huh. I think like, two months back? Trigun '98 episode 23. If you know you know. (I am wrapping u up in a blanket.)

Do you have kids?  Nope! I think I might like to be a foster parent someday, though, once I have the money and the time do it properly.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? I- huh. I was gonna say yes, but honestly, not much in the last few years? I used to be so snarky and biting, like, all the time. It must have been really exhausting for the people around me. Now I think mostly it's just when I'm venting. Wild!

What sports do you play/have played?  I dunno if it's a sport if I don't compete but I enjoy martial arts! I do BJJ sometimes but I'm not very good at it, it's just for fun. Oh, and I was on a basketball team for a couple years, but I'm 5'3" and still don't know the rules so I think I was mostly just just for the body count, lol

What's the first thing you notice about other people?  Demeanor. Are you calm or tense? Loose or tightly-wound? Are you likely to explode if you encounter a perceived obstacle? Are you agreeable and easygoing? Or are you pent-up and raw and itching for a fight?

God, I don't think people realize how visibly LOUD they are when they're unhappy.

Some people are like music, moving along to their own little beat or tune, and then a heavy, harsh note walks in and you just KNOW they'll fuck up the rhythm if you brush too close. It's wild. Are they aware of it? Do they care? Who knows.

What's your eye colour?  Brown! Sorta like.... hmmmm. #622a0f in the middle, with a darker ring around the outside. (Never did relate to the 'brown eyes are boring' gang, always liked mine too much. Then again, I was the only one in my family with brown eyes, so maybe it was that.)

Scary movies or happy endings? Scary movies WITH happy endings? But no, actually, I hate watching horror movies. I LIKE them, I think a lot of them are very good and it's an underrated genre, I just. Don't enjoy being scared. Or sad.

Any special talents?  I'm an artist- I enjoy watercolor, acrylic, and India ink as painting mediums, I'm rather good at realistic stippling, I'm decent at identifying animal bones, I enjoy sculpting and sewing and needle-felting, I'm finally at a point where I like to read my own writing, I enjoy interior design and have been told I'm good at it, I'm a pretty good cook, and I've been told I'm a decent singer! I can also fold incredibly tiny origami cranes, and pick up on new languages well enough for simple use.

And I be far more proud of any number of these things if I did them a little more often.

As it is, I sleep a lot.

Where were you born? British Columbia, Canada!

What are your hobbies? Lord, too many. I'm actually sewing a new battle jacket right now, and animating a short video. Also writing fan fiction. And reading! And I like to collect antique books and handmade ceramics and theater masks. And go antiquing. And I'm still learning to knit? Hhhhhhhhrrrrnnggfn I wish I could have a year off to just. Do things. I wanna take a pottery class! And do metalwork again!! I used to love making chain jewelry. Oh, I do beadwork sometimes! And paint! And I'm sloooooowly designing a guest room. Bfyvxuhfhgtjggjhgyu

Do you have any pets? Yes! Big baby bird cat. He lives out of the country now, though.

How tall are you? 160cm!

Favourite subject at school?  Art. And Metalwork. And Psychology. And Literary Analysis. (And lunch break.)

Dream job?  Okay so imagine this: There's a VERY rich eccentric hell-bent on accumulating strange art, and by some miracle they are both mentally stable and not a gigantic dickhead. They travel a lot and don't really enjoy socializing so I don't have to kiss their ass.

Twice a month I receive an automatic deposit into my bank account and in return, all they want is a reasonably steady continued production of literally whatever art. Portraits, statues, robotics, ceramics, conceptual shit, costumes, carvings, literally whatever.

And they'll cover educational expenses for it all so I can go back to college and learn screen printing and 3D animation and use the kiln and shit forever and ever, and take up apprenticeships at tattoo parlors and volunteer as a face painter and pick up photography, and just create as much beauty and love and confusion and joy as I possibly can forever and ever and ever until I die.

And I'll have enough money to own my own apartment that I'll paint in all my favourite colors, with murals and everything, and have a cat who I will of course spoil rotten, and maybe adopt a few weird and goofy kids who'll have sleepovers with their friends in the living room and play new bad music that I pretend to hate, and when they fuck up and do stupid shit like kids do, maybe I'll handle it better than my adults did.

And maybe if they like making stuff too, I can make stuff with them. And maybe I'll get to see them do it better than me. And maybe I'll get to see them do everything better than me. And maybe they'll be happier, too.

So, uh. I guess I'd like to be an artist. A sugar baby-artist? Sugar baby artist combo. I'd like to have a patron is what I mean. A sponsor. Yeah

Fifteen Mutuals*: @Melancholysage @Genderfuckedpigeon @Raspbrrytea @Qthewhatever @Sternenhimmel-mond @Mythosandsuch @Anunholymessofagirl @Ifitistobeitisuptous @Here-you-can-read-my-feelings @Meat-puddle @Catgirlwarrior @Rodeokid @Not-fae-no-sir @Inbox847 @Pip-53

*I have no idea if we're all mutuals but take this anyways

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the next right thing

Chapter 3

aemond targaryen x original female character , aemond targaryen x wife!oc

summary: Aemond and Myria need each other just as much, but one of them is bound to make the first move

warnings: smut , aemond is a tease, a TEASE , fluff.

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Myria opened her eyes, as she felt a warm beam of sunshine glimmering on her face. She stretched an arm to her right, and found the space empty, as always. She had a dim recollection of Aemond kissing her good morning, but she must’ve been asleep at the time. More often than not he started his day hours earlier than Myria, but he always made sure to kiss her before leaving the bed. 

She rolled over, sighting in loneliness. It had been three moons since Max was born, and they still hadn’t spent a night together. Sure, they slept in the same bed every night, but they had yet to endeavour in an activity Myria had been particularly yearning for quite some time. She knew Aemond was just trying to be respectful of her, and she knew how lucky she was for that, most husbands weren’t that thoughtful; but she was growing relentless, and wished he did something. 

Myria shook her head, deciding she would not let her day be ruined by such bothersome thoughts, then looked towards the window, and smiled. The weather was clear, the sun was shining and only a few clouds covered the sky. It was warm, and she was already feeling like her old self. No pain whatsoever, no excessive tiredness, not feeling utterly bloated anymore, and she wanted to take advantage of that and spend time playing with the boys once again. 

So she hopped out of the bed, and put on a nice, rose dress that she had brought back from Dorne. It was made out of silk, and was tight on her waist, where a small knot tied the dress closed over her chest. It elegantly fell to just below her knees, and only covered her up to her shoulders, showing her bare arms. She guessed it could be seen as a slightly indecorous gown by the people in Westeros, but the day was unusually warm, and the dress made her feel like home. She was a Martell, first and foremost, which meant she thrived in the heat.

After leaving Max with a Septa, Myria strolled towards her children’s room and gently shoved the door open, smiling with fondness at the sight of the two boys sleeping. “Good morning, my sunshines!” She whispered with love, as she kissed each of them awake. Trystan started to sit up on his own, while Griffin remained in bed, snoring deeply. She bent down once again, and started tickling him, which managed to make him open his eyes in a smile. “Do you want to go with me to visit Rhaexar and Maelar?” 

The boys sheepishly agreed with happiness, and jumped out of bed. Myria was fast to dress them, and then bolted across the castle’s hallways, as she pretended to chase after them. As much as they loved their little brother, the boys had missed being able to play with their mother, and she had missed doing so just as much. Myria complained sometimes about the wild souls the boys were, failing to admit both of them had certainly inherited such a trait because of her.  

They reached the entrance to the castle, which also happened to be the training patio, and Myria helped the boys into a carriage, so they could all be taken into the dragonpit. She was more than happy to simply hop a horse and take them herself, but Aemond insisted on such precautions. 

“Alright darlings, stay here,” she instructed them, after settling them down, “I am going to look for Yago, I’ll be back in a second.” 

The few times the man wasn’t outside her door, he spent training, as she very well knew, so she figured he had to be somewhere around the patio. There was only one problem: the place was so cramped, Myria was having a hard time spotting him. 

There was a big crowd near a corner, gasping in awe and cheering about something that was happening within the circle of people. Myria recalled Yago liked to get into practice fights, so she approached the multitude, hoping to find him. She gently pushed some people around, and stood behind two women, who were very openly blushing and rallying. 

Myria then realised the crowd was franticing about two people duelling, and she was surprised to see her husband as one of them. Aemond was sparring against Ser Criston Cole, and quite dangerously as well. They were striking at each other with all of their strength, and she couldn’t help but feel her heart leap each time Aemond narrowly ducked one of the Commander’s attacks. 

Myria knew she was supposed to look for Yago, but she couldn’t draw her eyes away from Aemond. She was aware of her husband’s impressive skills with the sword— his reputation preceded them everywhere they went, but she never knew how good indeed he was at it. She rarely saw her husband fighting, given that Aemond didn’t like to participate in tourneys and she wasn’t one to usually have incentive to go down and watch him, since she thought watching men sparring wasn’t that thrilling a diversion. But that day she stood corrected. 

The way Aemond swirled the sword with his fingers, the hostile scowl that tightened his jaw, the grunts that left his lips each time he bolted towards Cole, and how easily he dodged all of his strikes, had Myria feeling a certain type of way, and her brain started to rush through a torrent of thoughts no honourable lady should have in public. She thought about his muscles, all very well known to her, flexing under his shirt; about him shoving her into bed with the same strength he pushed Cole, and him muffling his groans on her bare shoulders—

Before she could realise what she was doing, Myria found herself on the edge of the circle, watching with a much too improper gaze at her husband, if not openly ogling him. 

The fight seemed to be reaching an end, since Aemond clearly had the upper hand. On a clever move, he aggressively hit Cole’s shield with his sword, making it snap in two, one of the parts landing just before Myria’s feet. With a kick, Aemond knocked Criston over, who fell to the floor with a thud, poked his neck with the tip of the sword, and smirked. Victory. People all around her cheered, the two women at her side maybe much too enthusiastically, but Myria was awfully entranced by him to notice. 

“Well done, my Prince.” Cole smiled, as Aemond extended his arm to help him on his feet. That’s when the Prince turned around to search for the broken shield, and spotted her, his wife, gaping at him, eyes sparkling and cheeks faintly blushed. His eyes travelled to the hand she was pressing against her breasts, covered only by a thin, impossibly tight fabric, and heat ignited in his core, as his heart fluttered at the sight. He had to bite an arrogant smile away from his lips, proud about the fact that he could stir up such an improper reaction from her, away from the intimacy of their shared room. 

“Be careful, my lady,” Aemond said out loud, pointing at the shield next to her feet, while strolling towards her. As he reached her, Aemond looked around, to make sure everyone was distracted, and drew his lips close to her ear. “I could see you drooling from six feet away, princess,” he whispered, subtly smirking at her. 

“Mmm.” She dopily hummed, eyes fixed on the heartbeat on his neck, still much too entranced by her husband to understand the words coming at her. “Oh!” She gasped in embarrassment, once her brain catched up with her hearing. Myria looked down at her feet, as shame flushed her cheeks a bright, rose tinge. He was rather fond of that colour. 

Aemond gently grabbed her chin, and lifted her gaze up, forcing her to meet his. “You don’t need to hide your arousal from me, dear wife.” He murmured against her ear. Myria felt the burning feeling of desire travelling down her stomach, and couldn’t help but to exhale a little whine as her husband dropped her face, and backed a step away from her, bending down to pick the broken shield. 

“What is it, then?”

“I— I’m sorry?” She asked, face scrunched up in confusion. 

“I assume you didn’t come here to indecently stare at your husband, or has lust simply made you bolder, dearest?” He sniggered, with a mischievous grin. 

“O—oh,” she stuttered, “I was looking for Yago, so he could escort me and the boys to the dragonpit.”

“I’ll come with you.” He instructed, throwing the sword and broken shield on a table by their side. He then placed his hand on Myria’s lower back, and guided her towards the carriage. 

The trip towards the dragonpit was loud, Myria thanked the Gods, as she spent most of the time struggling with keeping the boys away from jumping from one side to another, which distracted her from the butterflies her husband’s teasing had left fluttering on the depths of her core. 

“Come on, boys!” She pulled them apart, as the carriage came to a halt. “Let Yago help you get down, that’s it.” Myria called, as she made sure the little boys jumped into the man’s arms safely. She was about to hop from the carriage herself, when a hand grabbed her waist and pulled her back inside. Aemond then pushed the door close, and gently shoved her against it. He placed a hand against the wall, right next to her face, and drew his face near hers, his hot breath making her tremble under his touch.  

“W— what…”

“Do you want something from me, my lady?” He whispered, letting his lips brush against her cheek. “Is that why you put on that gown…” he added, trailing the edge of the dress with his fingers, around her shoulders, collarbone, cleavage… “and why you stared at me with such an insolent blush on your cheeks?”

…breasts. Myria slightly whined at his touch, at the delicacy with which his fingers rubbed against her chest, wishing he was rougher. She knew he was playing with her, but Myria wasn’t strong enough to resist. She was a pawn on a game he had already set the rules to.

Her body and soul became entirely his the moment he looked at her; her clever, witty and bold character surrendered before Aemond’s touch, like sand melts under fire. Myria fixed her gaze on his lips, with an almost famished expression on her eyes. 

He placed a hand on her nape, gently pulling her towards him. “All you need to do is ask, my sweet wife.” His lips were so close, he might as well be already kissing her, and so she closed her eyes, and slightly opened her mouth, waiting for him to just take everything from her and then—

Agony. 

Before she could realise what had happened, Aemond had stepped away from her, opened the carriage door, and was forcing her impossibly clumsy feet into the floor, as his steady hand rested on her lower back. Her heart kept on racing as they followed Yago and the boys towards the massive doors of the dragon pit, trying to pull herself together quickly.  

She jogged towards her sons, as the sound of steps coming at them from a lower platform reached their ears, and soon enough two dragonkeepers were approaching them. Rhaexar, Trystan’s dragon, was four years of age, so he had to be brought in chains to avoid any problems, whereas Maelar was so small still, he was perfectly happy to cling on the man’s shoulder. Griffin wasn’t yet being fully trained to master him, since he was far too young still. 

Maelar was the first to spot them, opening his wings and flying towards them. He landed on Myria’s arm, and started to softly screech, red scales fluttering with content. 

“He missed you Mama!” Griff giggled. 

“Rytsa, Maelar,” she chuckled, “I missed you too.” She gently patted his head, and then kneeled down to place the dragon in Griff’s arms. 

While the two of them were playing with the small, harmless dragon, Aemond took Trystan by his hand and guided him towards Rhaexar. He motioned to the dragonkeeper to step away, since he wished to be the one to teach his son how to bond with his dragon. 

“Alright, byka raqiros,” he sighed, bending down so he could match the toddler’s height, and very gently held his chin with his hand “as always, don’t make sudden or harsh moves, and don’t try to approach him unless you know he is in the mood for that.” 

“Yes, papa.” Trystan nodded, squeezing his arm, and then started walking towards the dragon, nervous of letting his dad’s hand go, but Aemond wasn’t worried. Rhaexar was still a pretty small dragon, and he was one of the gentlest he had ever encountered. He had never even roared at the boy, much less tried something dangerous. He could be a bit of a rough player, sure, but he was simply matching Trystan’s character.

“Come on, ask him to serve you.” Aemond whispered, following close the steps of the boy. Although the dragon still kept a friendly demeanour, he was thrilled about seeing his soon to be rider, and couldn’t help but to move around, happily pumping his pale blue scales up, golden eyes shimmering with excitement. 

“Dohaeragon, Rhaexar.” His little voice commanded. The dragon stood still in his place, with a pleasant semblance. 

“Sȳrī,” Aemond smiled, “now go on, get closer.” 

The toddler confidently closed the gap between him and the dragon, and placed a small hand on its back. Rhaexar amiably grumbled at the gesture, and started gurgling nonsense. 

“Sȳz valītsos, Rhaexar, sȳz valītsos,” Trystan giggled, confidently petting the dragon. With a chuckle, Aemond took a step forward, and stroked the dragon’s neck.  

“Papa,” the boy said, lifting his gaze, “can I say it?”

“Say what, ñuha zaldrītsos?” He asked, with a fond, loving expression on his face. 

“You know what.” The toddler mischievously grinned. 

Aemond looked around, to ensure his wife and son were far enough, and returned his gaze to the boy. “Go ahead.” 

“Dracarys, Rhaexar!” Trystan instructed. 

The dragon stared at the boy, and Aemond could swear he saw the toddler’s grin reflected on its face. Rhaexar lifted his neck, loudly screeched, and then spat the biggest flare his young body allowed him to. 

Trystan returned to his father's side, jumping from excitement, and clutched on his leg, while laughing. Aemond instinctively lowered his hand and rubbed the toddler’s back, with a proud smile on his lips. Trystan might match his father in looks, but his laughter was all Myria’s. The wide smile, the way his eyes turned into half moons, the hiccups, and how effective it was in spreading joy for everyone else around. Aemond adored seeing his wife reflected on his children. 

“Well done, ñuha valītsos.” He chuckled, sharing his laughter. “Soon enough you’ll be riding him, Trystan.” 

“And will we go on rides together with Vaghar?” The boy asked, eyes sparkling with hope. 

“Everyday,” Aemond nodded, “you’ll see.” 

The whole show catched Myria and Griffin’s attention, and they started walking towards them. Excited, Griffin let go of Myria’s hand, and bolted towards Rhaexar, but Aemond catched him in his arms because he could reach him. 

“Never run towards a dragon that is not yours, Griffin.” He scolded him, with a soothing voice. Not even if the situation demanded it was he able to yell at his children. “It could hurt you.” 

“Yes, papa.” 

Myria reached their side, and ruffled Trystan’s hair. “Mama, did you see that?!” He asked, bouncing with happiness, and a sweet, so heart—wrenchingly adorable smile on his lips. 

“It was amazing, sweetheart!” She cheered, bending down so she could hug the boy. She caught his face with her hands and left, one, two, three kisses on his cheek. 

“Mama, why do you always kiss us so much?” The boy complained, with a little giggle nonetheless.

“Because I just love you both so, so much!” 

“How much?” Trystan teased her. 

“Like this much!,” Myria took the toddler by the armpits and threw him into the air. 

Trys giggled in delight as his mother caught him back, and hugged her head with his little arms. He suddenly turned his smile into a scowl, and stared at her with seriousness. 

“Can we bring Max next time?” He asked. 

“He’s far too young to be here, sweety.” She explained. “Maybe when he is older.” 

“But his egg will hatch in no time, I know it!” 

“We’ll see about that.” She smiled. She lifted her gaze towards Aemond, and catched him staring at her, lovingly. He wasn’t one to show affection like that so openly, so Myria guessed he must’ve been too distracted indeed. And then her mind, already wired to participate in Aemond’s game, realised his distraction provided her with a chance at coming back at him. 

Myria noticed Trystan had dropped one of Rhaexar’s chains, and slowly bent down more to grab it, knowing the dress would hug her in all the right places. She placed the chain on Trystan’s hand, and instructed the boys to guide their dragon towards the dragonkeepers. 

Myria turned around, and looked at Aemond with a smirk on her lips. Her husband simply stared at her, lips drawing into a fine line, “Hm,” and then raised his voice. “Boys!” He yelled. “Go with Yago, he’ll take you back to the castle.” He then placed a hand on Myria’s back, and softly pushed her towards the exit. “Your mother seems to be the one in need of a few lessons on how to behave in front of a dragon.” He added, with a whisper. 

Myria couldn’t help but giggle, as she placed a hand over her mouth, heart fluttering like a teenager’s who is about to flee away with the boy she likes to give him a kiss. Little did she know Aemond had much more than a kiss in mind. 

“Where are we going?” She laughed, as Aemond attentively guided her through a rough path in the mountain. 

“You’ll see.” He replied, tightening his grip on her abdomen, making sure she wouldn’t do as much as tripping under his hold. 

A few minutes later, they were reaching a cliff near Rhaenys’ Hill, where Vaghar liked to nest, since she was much too big for the dragonpit. A gasp escaped her lips as they approached her, feet coming to a halt, and Aemond turned around with a cocky smile on his face. 

“Are you scared?”

“I—It’s just been so long since I last went for a ride with you.” 

“She won’t hurt you.” He reassured her, holding her hand. “Now come on, it’ll be fine.” 

Vaghar lifted her head in curiosity as they got close to her, but there were no aggressive gestures in her whatsoever. 

“Gīda, Vaghar.” Aemond called, placing a hand close to the dragon’s mouth. He then turned towards Myria, who had remained a few, safe steps away, and extended a hand towards her. 

Myria took a hold of it, and cautiously walked towards the dragon. The beast let out a timid growl as she laid a hand on her. 

“Told you,” Aemond grinned, “she still likes you.” 

“Nyke hae ao tolī, Vaghar.” She smiled, confidently stroking the dragon’s scales. No matter how many times she saw the beast, Myria would never grow past the feeling of utter astonishment. Vaghar was magnificent. 

Aemond let them bond for a bit, before grabbing Myria’s waist to help her mount her. She climbed her with a strong hold, with Aemond following closely from behind, resting a hand on her back just in case. They reached the top, and he positioned himself behind Myria, and helped her get settled. He grabbed her hips, and pulled her as close to him as their bodies allowed them to, pressing her back against his chest. He let his fingers linger around her body for much more time than he needed to, which made Myria’s cheeks flush in arousal, a gesture that thankfully went unnoticed by him. 

Aemond rested his chin on her shoulders, and brought his lips to her ear. “You say it.” He whispered, lusciously licking his lips. 

Myria slightly tilted her head towards him, confused. She caught a glance of his gaze, eye laced with lust, before he stretched his arm to grab her chin, forcing her to face forward. “Hm. As you heard.” 

Myria cleared her throat, and spoke with a small voice. “S—sōvegon, Vaghar.” But the dragon didn’t move. 

“Louder, ñuha ābrazȳrys.” He whispered, as his hot breath on her nape sent a rill of heat between her thighs. “I want to hear you screaming.” 

“Sōvegon, Vaghar!” She commanded, this time with strength on her cords. The dragon shifted below them, like an island coming out of the sea, and after a few large leaps, she jumped into the void, as her gigantic wings stretched across the sky. With a holt, Vaghar faced above, and started flying into the clouds. 

Myria was sure she would’ve fallen straight into the ocean, if it weren’t for Aemond’s strong grip around her chest. She closed her eyes in fear, as Vaghar roared towards the sun. Once the initial shock passed, Myria dared to open her eyes, and turned around to find Aemond chuckling against her shoulder. By the Gods, he just loved riding on Vaghar with her. 

She joined him in his laughter, as the wind and droplets of water against her face reminded her once again how much she enjoyed flying, few things in the world could compare to the feeling of freedom she found up there. Myria sighed in content as Vaghar finally stretched across the clouds, and lowered her pace, as she started hovering under the sun. She fixed her gaze nowhere in particular, enjoying the feeling of nothingness around her. No noises, no heaviness, no sights beyond the endless sky, just her husband behind her. 

Myria shifted on her place, to get closer to him, and had to swallow down a moan when she felt his very obvious arousal against her ass. She unclenched one of her hands from the dragon’s mount, and placed it on Aemond’s leg. She then lifted her other arm, and caressed Aemond’s cheek with her fingers. She shifted her face so she would leave a peck on his lips, but that wasn’t enough for him. No. Dragonriding always gave him an appetite. 

He hungrily took on her lips, biting on them, occasionally kissing her neck as well. On a bold move, he unclasped the one hand he was using to hold the reins, to rub against her bare arms. His touch went higher, and then lower, as he snuck a hand through the opening on her chest, and softly started trailing her collarbone, down to her breasts. 

“Aemond…” she whined, closing her eyes at his touch, and placed her hand above her dress, just on top of Aemond’s, forcing him to tighten his grasp on her body. 

“What is it?” he implored, letting go of her mouth, leaving wet kisses all around her nape and shoulders, “Show me what you want, my love.” 

Myria snatched his hand from her chest, and guided below the fabric of her dress, towards her thighs, against the wetness in between. That was all Aemond needed to decide they should cut their flight short. 

• • •

Aemond kicked the door to their shared room open, as he carried Myria in his arms. He dropped her gently on the bed, and leaned above her. He greedily kissed on her neck, leaving red marks all around it, until he found her lips again. Her smell was intoxicating for him, and she was warm, so damn warm. Myria brought her hands to the back of his head and hastily removed his eyepatch, throwing it into oblivion. 

“There,” she nodded, out of breath. Aemond muffled a roar with her lips, pressing down on them, feeling as though he simply couldn’t have enough of her. 

Invigorated by her gesture, Aemond grabbed one of her legs and started raising until it harshly pressed against his back, urging her to pull him closer. He didn’t remove his hand from it, instead, he started trailing it down her leg back to the hem of her dress.

With one hand, he tore the frail fabric of her dress, as she worked on removing his shirt. She whined in sheer deprivation as his hand finally reached her cunt, and she dug her nails into the skin on his back. His muscles tightened at her touch, as the sweet, electrifying pain brought a smirk to his lips. 

“Do you want me, my sweet wife?” He grinned, as a malicious smile claimed his lips. 

“Mmm.” She whimpered, biting down on her swollen, flushed lips.

“How much so?” He teased her. 

“Please, Aemond…” She whined. In any other time, he would’ve enjoyed teasing her more, tormenting her until she pleaded, praying to the Gods for him, but that would’ve tormented him just the same. 

To say that he had been yearning for this moment would be an understatement. He had been a gentleman, thoughtful of his wife and what her body went through for their child, but he would’ve been lying if he said he hadn’t thought about having her for moons now.

“As you wish.” He kissed her, eager to feel her moans on his lips, as he introduced two fingers between her tight, wet walls. 

“Oh, Gods…” Myria cried. 

“Not a God,” he smirked, “just your adoring husband.” 

As always, Aemond made sure his wife’s pleasure was attended to, before he even started to think about his. After a loud sob left her lips as she reached her orgasm, he started to undo his belt, while taking her lips with his once more. 

Myria noticed her husband undressing, and hummed in pleasure as she caught a glimpse of the enlarged shape under his clothes. She stretched her hands to help him get rid of his pants, and he couldn't help but to groan, as his jaw clenched in desire.

He hastily started to tear the rest of her dress, and at first she was helping him do so, until she changed her mind.

“Wait, Aemond,” she said out of breath, “you shouldn’t…”

“What is it?”

“I—I just don’t…”

“Are you in pain?” He asked, concerned, resting both his hands on the mattress, as he stared deeply into her.

“No, no, not at all it’s just…” she lowered her gaze in embarrassment, “my body has changed since the baby, Aemond. I’ve got… scars around my belly…”

Aemond lowered himself to leave a sweet kiss on her lips, and delicately kept on opening her dress, as a shameful blush covered her cheeks. He threw the dress away, and stared into her eyes with a loving expression, before reaching down to kiss the marks on her stomach. 

“You always tell me I should wear my scar with pride,” he hummed, “you should do the same. They’re marks of courage, marks that you’ve carried my dragons. I cherish them with awe, Myr.” 

She sighed in adoration as he bent to kiss her lips, low enough that she felt his hard cock press against her thigh. She whined at the feeling, and pushed his hips even closer to her. 

“Please, Aemond…” Myria whined, and her voice was like honey to his ears. So warm and sweet, he had to bite down on his lips to avoid a loud groan from escaping them. 

“What do you want, my love?” He cocked his head, voice raspy. 

“You,” she whined, as her lips turned into a pleading pout, “I need you, Aemond, now.”

He simply groaned in response, too aroused to mumble any words but a grunt. Aemond grinned at her, and gently opened her legs, so he could slide into her. 

The moan that left her lips as he entered her, sent shivers of embarrassment to her face, and a shameful, burgundy blush covered her cheeks, as she was sure no honourable lady should ever make such a sound. Myria opened her eyes to stare at him, foolishly expecting to find a grim on his face. Quite the contrary. If only, her obvious, almost irrational yearning for him had but managed to make him even more aroused, were that even possible. 

“Had I known you were this needy for me…” He grinned at her, as another loud sob escaped her lips. “Your unsatisfaction falls on me like as veil of shame, my lady. Don’t ever let me leave you this unattended.”

Myria pressed her leg even harder against his back, forcing his hips closer to her, which managed to snatch that oh so provoking smirk away from his lips, his usually vexed expression softening in utter bliss, as he muffled a moan against her neck. 

“D— did you miss me?” She somehow managed to ask, deciding it was her turn to taunt him. 

“I couldn’t possibly find the words to express how much.” He hummed, letting a groan escape his lips each time he thrusted into her. 

“Then show me.” 

Aemond's pace came to a halt, and a cry escaped her lips. Gods, she shouldn’t have gotten so cocky. 

“My sweet wife…” he teased her, out of breath, pushing himself inside her in an agonisingly slow motion, “I couldn’t possibly show you how much so and remain a gentleman by the end of it.” 

“T— thank the Gods I didn’t marry a gentleman, then” she grinned with difficulty. 

Aemond tilted his head, overcome with devotion at the sight of his wife’s mien. Her cheeks, covered in the sweetest, most shameful blush; her brown eyes, wrinkled in pleading under her frowned eyebrows; lips, pressed in an insolent pout. 

Had Aemond truly been the root of such a display of imploring, then by all means declare the game over, for she was the winner. He was forever hers. 

• • •

How long he had spent claiming her dignity, Myria couldn’t possibly tell. The only thing clear on her mind, as she felt her husband’s heartbeat against her lips, was how much indeed she loved him. 

She loved what a great father he was, despite how neglected he had been by his own as a child; she loved his sapphire eye and the butterflies such sight brought to her gut every time she got a glimpse of it; she loved how mean and taunting he was towards everyone except for her; she loved how sharp his features were, and how soft they became when he looked at her; she loved how much he couldn’t say he loved her, so he always made sure to express such feeling with actions. She so deeply loved him, she felt as if she could burst out of it. If feeling so flamingly were a sin, then she prayed to the Gods they took mercy on her soul. 

And so Myria turned around, and sat on his lap, pressing her breasts against his bare chest, her lips against his own. 

“I love you,” she whispered, in a serious voice, staring deep into his eye, “I love you so much, thinking about what might have happened if your father hadn’t suggested we get married always manages to bring me to tears. I can’t live without you, Aemond.” 

Aemond couldn’t but stare back at her, knowing his gaze matched his wife’s, loving and full of adoration. He felt as though his body was being torn open. His whole life he had succeeded in keeping such a thing locked, key thrown into the ocean, to where no soul could reach. But Myria had somehow managed to make her way through it; and he felt entirely defenceless to her. Every smile, every laughter, every touch, every word that came from her pierced through his chest, leaving his heart in the open, all for her to take if she desired so. 

She didn’t want a world without him, but the inverse cut his ability to breathe. He couldn’t live without her. 

“We will always burn together.” He promised her, kissing her knuckles. “Avy jorrāelan, my Myr.” 

That wasn’t the first time Myria had heard him dedicate her such words in Valyrian, but that was the first time she could tell, without a single doubt, what they meant. She grabbed his head with both her hands, and left a kiss on his lips, sealing their promise.

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a/n: okay so smut is not my fort at all so i hope this wasn't too bad ahah. i didn't really do a proof read so it might get slightly edited within some days. as always, thank you so much for reading!

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I don't wanna say goodbye, 'cause this one means forever

Journal entries of our resident drama queen, Sirius Black. 12 birthdays. 12 entries. And a great deal of friendship, pining, love and heartbreak.

Wolfstar-Marauders hc. Word Count: 5155.

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November 3rd, 1971

Dear Diary,

I am Sirius Orion Black and today is my birthday

I, Sirius Orion Black, turn 12 today.

This diary was a present from Andy for starting at Hogwarts but all these months I didn't know what to write here. Today, I asked James what he would do if he had a journal, and he said he would write about all his exciting days in Hogwarts so that it would be stored forever in pages.

I think today was pretty exciting, so I am going to start this journal, finally.

This birthday was quite different from the ones I've had before

My parents forgot to wish me. Or they just chose not to. Probably because I'm the first Black to have ended up in Gryffindor instead of Slytherin. It should have made any regular kid sad but I'm somewhat relieved.

I was not woken up by Kreacher loudly cleaning my room in the morning (because apparently, my room must be squeaky clean on birthdays even though no one really comes up here except to reprimand me for something), but instead by James jumping on my bed to wish me. It startled me a bit but the change was welcome.

I was not greeted in the morning by my mother or father who, at some point in the past few years had started saying that this day was an annoying reminder (well, they never really said it but actions speak louder than words), but instead with a freshly baked pie which James's mom had sent because he'd mentioned to her in his previous letter that it was his "best friend's birthday". I liked that too.

People in the hallways wished me and it made me very happy; unlike when people at home wished me lectured me about my noble birth and it made me want to hide in my room.

I did receive cards from Andy and Uncle Alphard AND received some more cards from a few friends. (Remus is excellent with cards by the way)

I had no idea birthdays could be this fun.

I really hope I can stay in Hogwarts for a long time.

P.S. Reggie did not wish me either and I wonder what’s up with him. I was expecting a letter from him. But then again, my birthdays have never been a big deal in the family (what with my rebellious streak and all) so I suppose that’s okay.

* * *

November 3rd, 1972

Hello journal, it's me again.

It's not that the past 365 days were not exciting; they were. I just forgot to write about them. Also, I doubt if I would have been able to fit an entire year's worth of adventures in a single journal. Yes, we indeed had THAT much fun.

I am a year older today and once again glad that no one from my family has been able to ruin this day for me this year either. Somehow they just decided not to acknowledge that I was ever born. Maybe they would if I was more like Narcissa or Bella. But who'd want to be like them? Gross. I'd much rather celebrate the day with people who truly care about me.

One thing that did upset me a little was Reggie's behaviour. He started Hogwarts this year and was sorted into Slytherin like the rest of our "noble" family, but it's like he doesn't even recognise me anymore. I know that my being sorted into Gryffindor was a matter of disgrace to the family but I don't understand what that's got to do with Reggie. We're supposed to be brothers, but whenever I look at him these days, he looks like a miniature version of our birth giver. I wonder who brainwashed him like that.

Actually I don't have to wonder. I know it was our mother.

Anyway, Lily once said that I should be more grateful for things I have rather than complain about things that displease me, so here:

I'm grateful that James and Remus are in my life.

I'm grateful for all the things they did to make my birthday special.

I'm grateful that I'm not lonely anymore.

Most importantly, I’m grateful to the Sorting Hat for putting me in Gryffindor. I would have missed out on everything if not for this.

And I'm not just saying these because Lily asked me to but because I really mean it. I'd be nowhere without James and Remus.

That's it for this year.

I will try not to ditch this journal until my next birthday.

Sirius Black, aged 13, signing off.

* * *

November 3rd, 1973

I am now 14, and I've just had the best birthday ever.

It was a stroke of luck that my birthday fell on Hogsmeade weekend. I couldn't have asked for anything better. Also because 3rd years are allowed to stay in the common room till late, I had the golden opportunity of attending two celebrations this week: the Gryffindor Halloween party and my birthday. Yes indeed, James and Remus pulled all the strings to throw me a birthday party after our already amazing day out in Hogsmeade. I have no idea how they managed to put together so much but it meant a lot to me.

James gifted me a two-way mirror so we could communicate during detentions. That's the best idea he's ever had! And Moony, a.k.a, Remus (Moony is his nickname now; reasons: non-disclosable) gave me an enlarged disc containing muggle music (apparently it's called vinyl, and we need a vinyl player to listen to it). Frank says he'll find a vinyl player for the common room so everyone can listen to muggle music in general, but I have decided that I will be the first one to listen to this particular vinyl, alone. I don't think I wanna share Moony's gift with everyone right away.

I love the presents and I love my friends.

P.S. I have resigned myself to the fact that my journal entries are indeed gonna be annual and not as regular as I had initially promised and I think it's better that way. I'll be able to keep using this diary for a long long time. Until I'm withered and old and will need to use magic to write instead of my tired hands.

P.P.S. James, Moony, and I go by the name 'Marauders' now and we've made quite a name for ourselves in Hogwarts. Not something my parents would be happy about and that's exactly what makes it so much better for me.

As for Reggie, he never tries to talk to me in school and keeps his distance at family dinners, like I am an object of disgust to him. It's gonna take some getting used to, but I suppose I'll manage as long as I have James and Moony.

* * *

November 3rd, 1974

I, Sirius Black, 15, have a major crush on Moony. I know this is my birthday journal and I shouldn't be pining away here, but I cannot talk to anyone about it and will combust if I hold it in any longer. Hence, the journal.

James got lucky. He can talk about his hopeless crush on Lily all the time without any restraints and he doesn't care if she rejects him a hundred times. I can't say the same for myself. Not to be dramatic but I'd be pretty devastated if Moony ever turned me away the way Lily does James. Some girls have asked me out this year and I did go to Hogsmeade with one of them last month, but I cannot seem to get Moony out of my mind.

Not to brag but a lot of girls asked me out for the Yule Ball too but I had zero desire to be bored so I went in with Moony. In hindsight, it might not have been the best idea because going to a 'Ball Dance' and trying to dance around with Moony had me panicking throughout. Why am I such a mess when it comes to him?

Over the year, Moony has randomly brought in more muggle music for me and I have loved every single one of them. I don't know how he knows just what I'd like. He just gets it.

Frank found a vinyl player for the common room, but the seller also had another slightly broken player which he was ready to give up for free, so of course I took it and fixed it, and placed it right next to my bed. Now I can listen to music anytime I want. But mostly I'm not alone because there's Moony who loves music just as much and he often joins me and tells me all about these muggle singers I'm constantly in awe of.

For this birthday he built me a tiny shelf for my vinyl records, the keyword being 'built'. Sometimes he amazes me like that, by doing things himself that could otherwise be done quicker with magic and I love the effort he puts in for other people (even though he tries really hard to come off as this guy who doesn't give two shits about anyone, he's secretly a softie).

The birthday surprise was amazing as usual.

The Marauders' birthday parties have started to cause some real hype in the school. Even people from other houses come in too (not Slytherin though, never Slytherin).

Anyway, for my next birthday, I hope Remus just gifts himself to me. Or maybe I should stop being a little shit and ask him out. But before any of that, I have to be sure of his feelings too. So far he's been constantly giving off the vibe that he absolutely doesn't want to date anyone which means, I have a LOT to work on until my next birthday.

Merlin, it's gonna be one long year.

* * *

November 3rd, 1975

I, Sirius Black, am 16 today, and an animagus. I'm an illegal one so technically I shouldn't even be writing it down here (like I haven't in the past 2 years of attempting to be one) but my charms have gotten stronger and nobody but me has access to this journal. Anyone else who opens the journal is only going to find blank pages.

Moony, my beloved, is a werewolf (Hence the nickname Moony. Get it? The moon? The furry little problem? Yeah). James and I found out about it in our 3rd year and since then we've been trying to learn about animagi and transformation so we could keep him company on full moons and this year we finally pulled it off. My animagus form is a dog. Not that I mind but I'm beginning to think that all the people who have called me a little bitch before, might have been onto something. Except I'm not little. I'm huge and I really really really hope that idiot Snape bumps into me someday while I’m in my dog form. I'm going to scare the living daylights out of him.

James' form is a stag with huge antlers so we're calling him Prongs. We have decided to call me Padfoot, but sometimes Moony just shortens it and calls me Pads, and my insides start to melt. When and how did I become such a sap?

Anyway, I'm an absolute coward who hasn't done anything in the past year except pine from a distance. And the pining wasn't even mutual. It’s so embarrassing. I think Lily is catching up but Moony, that oblivious idiot, never notices. I'm not persistent like James so I'm not hoping for a miracle.

My birthday was cool because duh, I'm a Marauder. Prongs got me a leather jacket. Apparently, it was Lily's idea, but she still doesn't like me enough to get me something herself. But I'm glad she at least gave the suggestion to Prongsie because boy do I look smashing in it.

Moony got me a photo frame with a picture of me, Prongs, and himself and I really had to hold back tears upon seeing the picture. A little backstory: a few months ago, the three of us had got dressed in tuxedos and went to a studio to get our picture taken, as a joke, because we were that bored. In fact, I'd forgotten about the picture until today; the picture that looks more like a family portrait than any picture in the hallway of Grimmauld Place. It looks real and is currently resting on my bedside chest of drawers, right next to the vinyl player. Merlin, I'm really soft for him. Maybe I really shouldn't bother talking about my crush on him and give up on the whole confession stuff. I don't wanna ruin what we have right now.

Signing off.

* * *

November 3rd, 1976

TURNS OUT THE PINING WASN'T ONE-SIDED AFTER ALL. GUESS WHO ISN'T BITCHLESS ANYMORE? THAT'S RIGHT! ME!!!

Long story short: a few months ago on Moony's birthday, we almost had a moment I guess. His birthday party had just ended and people were slowly leaving the common room and trailing back to their respective dorms and the two of us were sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace. I was tired and I almost dozed off resting my head on Moony's shoulder (!! internal screaming !!) and I think he was carding his hands through my hair (!! internal screaming intensifies !!). Anyway, a slight tug on my hair woke me up and he was like 'Don't fall asleep here let's go back to the dorm'. I will never understand what possessed me at that moment but I ended up saying, "Let's stay like this for a little while. Please." And the way he looked at me after hearing that, oh Merlin. I cannot describe it in words but it was enough to give me the confidence I'd been needing for months, and I actually pulled him closer by tugging at his shirt and I'm almost sure I'd have kissed him if Prongsie didn't choose that moment to come down looking for us. I love him to death, but at that moment, I really wanted to punch his face. The spell was broken and Moony pulled back and I faked a yawn in an attempt to be nonchalant.

But ever since then, there has been this tension between us. I think I had finally made him stop and think about things and probably recently, he finally came to a conclusion because last night at 12 after Prongs had gone back to sleep in his bed after wishing me, Moony stayed back on my bed and following some awkward small talk, actually kissed me!!

And then guess what he said?

"I hope that's okay."

Well duh, of course it's okay Moons. It's me, and it's you, so it'll always be okay.

I was too stunned to say any of it though, so I just kissed him back to make him understand that I wanted this too. That I had waited ages for this moment.

I am mad blushing as I write this. This is embarrassing.

I will not go into any further details but yeah I'm really happy today.

Another important event that happened in the past few months is that I ran away from home after last Christmas. Yes, it finally happened and I was backed by the Potters. I live with them now and I'll forever be grateful for that. On top of that Uncle Alphard had left me all his money which I could access once I turned 17, so now I'm not financially dependent on anyone (which is very important to me). Again, I shall not go into details regarding why I ran away from home because it's gonna ruin the vibe of this journal. That's something I'd rather not vent about.

Anyway, it's been better since then. The Potters take care of me. Prongs takes care of me. And Moony takes care of me. A lot. Even Lily isn't as rude. I hope things stay this way for a long long time.

Happy 17th indeed.

* * *

November 3rd, 1977

Lily and Prongs started dating this year. I wanna say I saw it coming, but that would be a lie. I think I was almost as surprised as Prongs was.

I'd thought I would be spared from Prongs ranting about Lily once they start going out and at least have the last year at school free of "Lily this"and "Lily that", but I was wrong. If anything, it has increased. But it's okay because hearing him talk about random things while the Wizarding World is slowly heading toward destruction and war is calming at times. It also seems like he's become more responsible over the past year. It suits him.

Moony and I are okay, but I'm worried about him. With the current insurgence of dark power, it feels like only a matter of time before people start coming for him. But one thing's for sure, I'll protect him with everything I have. He probably doesn't need it but the very thought of something happening to him keeps me up at night.

We've all decided to join Dumbledore once school is over to fight death eaters and You-Know-Who. I'd imagined a safe and happy future with my friends and I'm willing to fight anything that stands in its way.

I was not in the mood to celebrate my birthday but because it's my last one in school I didn't protest. We still have fun but it's overshadowed by this constant fear of something happening to the people you love. We live among enemies. We go to classes with people who might potentially join the dark side and it's hard to ignore such thoughts.

I think I would have lost my mind without Moony beside me.

I love Moony and he loves me and we've decided to live together after school is over. I don't want us to stay apart in times like this.

I genuinely feel responsible for the people around me. Maybe I really did grow up after all. We've all grown up. 11-year-old Sirius would be surprised to see 18-year-old Sirius now.

On another note, I finally lost patience with Reggie. I found him torturing younger students because they were "half-bloods" and at that moment I could see our mother in him. Nothing could have prepared me for that image of him. I interfered and overpowered him, which resulted in a burst of insults; everything that our mother would have said in that situation, word for word. Maybe I should have started fighting him from the day he started calling Remus names because of the half-blood bullshit, but Remus always used to stop me. But this time, Remus wasn't around and I was not having it. I would have fought him again if not for Prongs and Lily, who were then doing their rounds as Head Boy and Head Girl. I'm glad they stopped me though, because, despite the anger, I was too hurt and was very close to tears which is the last thing I'd have wanted Reggie to see. I never thought things would turn out like this between us.

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November 3rd, 1978

School is over and I'm currently living with Moony. I feel more at ease somehow now, than when I was at school. I suppose it's because I don't feel helpless anymore. James and I started our Auror training and with every passing day we're becoming stronger. I can fight death eaters and I am capable of protecting other people. Moony couldn't join Auror training because he cannot be involved with the Ministry but he's been carrying out other missions for the Order of the Phoenix, aka the face of the fight against You-Know-Who.

My birth family, as expected, has joined the dark side. The Blacks are supposedly among the biggest supporters of You-Know-Who and I've faced immense backlash because of the name I carry.

Living with Moony is one of the only comforting things in my life right now. We've moved into a small house close to the Potters and after a whole day of meetings and missions, I am so grateful for his warmth next to me.

A lot of my friends from school joined Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix and I see them regularly. We hang out sometimes like we did today for the impromptu birthday celebration Moony put together for me. But it feels like a privilege we can't afford. Not yet. Not when death eaters are running loose and You-Know-Who is gaining power.

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November 3rd, 1979

James and Lily got married at the end of last year!! And of course I was James' best man. Their getting married has given me a new sort of hope that things will be okay. They have to be. So that Moony and I can get married at some point too. And we'll all be happy. After such a shitty childhood, I deserve to be happy.

On top of everything, Lily is pregnant, which means things will have to get better very soon. James Jr. deserves to be born into a peaceful world. I am going to make sure the kid doesn't have to go through what we all did.

Moony and I don't get to spend much time together these days because of our missions and it's hard but it's a price we have to pay to secure the lives of our loved ones. Being an Auror helps me with that. I'm 20 today but I feel much much older.

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November 3rd, 1980

We lost James' parents to dragon pox. They left before little Harry arrived.

Reggie is dead. So are my parents. Reasons unknown. But I'm pretty sure they got into trouble with the Ministry like most other death eaters.

Anyway, that doesn't matter now. What matters is that I have to protect James, Lily, and Harry. I won't let the war orphan him like it did James and me.

The Dark Lord is after Harry. There's apparently a bullshit prophecy that states that Harry will be able to kill him and so that moron is after a literal baby. And guess who relayed that prophecy to the Dark Lord? Fucking Snape. I knew he was bad but how evil do you have to be to do something like that?

James and Lily are to go into hiding and I am to be their secret keeper. Dumbledore said he might change the secret keeper because everyone is going to suspect that I know about it. After all, I'm close to them and if I get captured, they might torture me to get their location out of me. I know I won't give in to torture but we're trying not to take any risks.

It's not going to be Moony either. Dumbledore has sent him on a lot of missions to try and bring other dark creatures to our side and every time Moony comes back from those missions, he seems a little different. I find it hard to communicate with him these days. It might be my paranoia speaking but I am not ready to take any risks. Moreover, after me, Remus is going to be the prime suspect of being the secret keeper. So we can't risk that. I've relayed as much to Dumbledore and we will be choosing someone unsuspecting.

Turning 21 was supposed to be fun but 'fun' is something I can't even imagine anymore when I go to work every morning and round up death eater after death eater or when I find myself staring frozen at the occasional familiar name on the list of casualties.

It seems stupid to write all this down in a journal but my head will explode if I cannot vent about all that goes on in my head, so in a way, I'm glad this journal exists.

* * *

November 3rd, 1995

It's hard to believe that this journal still exists and that it has been 15 years since my last entry. I showed it to Moony yesterday and he said I should try writing again. Might be good to vent. So here goes,

I turned 36 today. But James and Lily aren't here to see me now.

We lost them to the war 14 years ago.

I couldn't save them but I wanted to rescue and take in their son, Harry, my godchild. But I couldn't even do that because I was convicted of murder. They really went ahead and put me on trial for the murder of my best friends and everyone just stood and watched. Funny how easy it was for all of them to forget that James and I were brothers once they looked at the cursed name I carried : Black.

I'm ashamed to admit that I had suspected Remus of being a spy. That I had distrusted him which led to the real spy taking advantage of it. That spy, who of all people had ended up becoming the Secret Keeper for James and Lily and consequently revealed their location to You-Know-Who, who reached them and they sacrificed their lives to protect little Harry…

I don't think I can write at length about the plethora of emotions I have on this subject. It still hurts to think about it.

You-know-who too died that night supposedly but he's back now and we are approaching another war, hopefully to end things for good this time, and I swear on my life, I'll protect the ones I love. I couldn't save James and Lily but I won't let anything happen to Harry. Moony and I will see to that.

I had been shipped off to Azkaban and I stayed there for 12 years until I made my escape 2 years ago. I will not go into details about that either, for the sake of my sanity.

Speaking of people I love, it took some time, but I think Moony and I have been able to navigate through our misunderstandings. I've altered the spell on the journal so Moony can have access to it too if he wants. This journal is possibly the only keepsake we have of our childhood together. I told him that he may read it some years down the line.

About Harry, I don't know where to start. I love that kid to death and I'll never forgive all the people who made his life this miserable. If I had known the kind of life my Godson was forced to lead, I'd have made my escape sooner and rescued him. Both Moony and I had been under the impression that he was taken care of, so he stayed away from Harry's life and I thought about him from a distance. There's only one person I'm blaming for this - Dumbledore. We were stupid for entrusting him with everything.

One day, when the war is over, I hope we can all live in peace. Harry, Moony, and me. But for now, I'm just really worried because Harry always has this tendency to dive head-first into trouble and I'm too scared to lose him. I'll have to give him some serious talk soon.

About James and Lily, it feels like I'm being repeatedly stabbed with a dagger every time I try to talk about them. When we were in school, James used to say that he hoped he'd never have to outlive any of us. That he couldn't handle the thought of being left behind. Who knew his words would come true like that? It's been 14 years but the wounds are as fresh as ever. Some grief, you aren't supposed to move on from.

Anyway, time to wrap it up. Harry and his friends are going to come over in the evening to see me and I'm so thankful for the time I get to spend with him. And Moony.

P.S. Moony if you ever decide to read this, know that I love you. That I have always loved you. That I spent every moment in Azkaban regretting my decisions. I'm sorry that I let my paranoia get the better of me and blindsight me to all that I held dear. I hope you can forgive me.

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November 3rd, 1996

I'm not sure I can do this but I think it would be wrong to not continue this birthday journal.

Sirius.

How could you do this to me? To Harry?

How could you leave us a second time?

The war is still going on but your absence is eating me up from the inside. Every place I go, screams your name. We were all supposed to survive the war, you idiot. You were supposed to continue writing in this journal till you were old and withered. You can't just not keep your word.

Just when I'd finally made peace with your long absence, you came back into my life and made me realise that I never truly had moved on. How can I go through that again? I'm not ready to say goodbye. Not again. Not when you did not spend enough time with me. We've been apart longer than we were together and I hate it.

Harry has been inconsolable and more reckless than ever. Losing you really shook him to the core and I don't know what to tell him when I can't even deal with this myself. I'm losing my mind at the suddenness of it all. All I can do is keep fighting so more people don't have to lose their loved ones. The fight at the Ministry was like fuel to the fire and the war is on the way to reach full scale soon. I don't know if I'll survive this but I do know that I will ensure the safety of as many as I can.

Against my better judgement, I did end up reading your whole journal, and Pads it hurts. It hurts so much. The way I'd give anything to get back our time together in school.

To get back James, Lily, and you.

Come back.

I think it was cruel of you people to leave me alone, to make me arrange and attend all your funerals, to make me go through all this heartbreaking ordeal. To leave me nothing but your gravestones to talk to. There's only so much grief I can hold.

You just wait till I see you again.

I remember you saying that 'Dust thou art, to dust returnest' only applied to us 'earthlings' and that you'd just go back to the star you came from. It sounded like a harmless joke in school but now I just hope I can reach you wherever you are, Pads.

I cannot continue any further but I'm somewhat relieved I could add one more entry to this, that this journal could have a closure.

Happy Birthday Pads. I Love You. And goodbye I'll see you soon.

Yours forevermore,

Moony.

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A/N: I won't say that this song inspired the whole fic but towards the end I thought that the grief I wanted to portray with this fic resonated perfectly with how this song makes me feel so I listened to it again and it kinda helped me articulate things better.

And this is the cover I was obsessively listening to while writing the last entry :

P.S. To anyone struggling with grief and loss right now, I hope that you can be okay eventually. And I hope that it can get better someday soon , if not now. Please take care.

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[tomholland1996simp]

Family isn’t just by blood || Tom Holland

Warning: Most fluff and happy but some angst with swear words and a little shouting. Upset y/n but then is happy.

pairing: DadTom

Summary: Could you make one where the reader and Tom celebrate there child’s birthday party.(Use scarlett again if u want) And Toms family comes over and y/n’s family is meant to as well. However her small side of the family to her mum comes but her dads side doesn’t. She tries to act not sad at all by it until two someone’s appear late to the party. Just make something up.

Today is a very special day, not only is the weather outside beautiful it’s also my daughters birthday, Scarlett. Me and Tom have prepared a small children’s party to celebrate her 4th birthday. Scarlett was born a little before the lock down, which means when covid happened we were all stuck inside without seeing the family.

But now finally we can all come together as a family to celebrate our little holland’s birthday. Of course I’ve met Toms family before, we have been dating now for 6 years and have been engaged for about 8months now. His family really support our relationship and there always so kind and welcoming to there family.

My family on the other hand they can be kind and nice sometimes. Well my mums side of the family are so sweet, my dads side are not as sweet as that seem. Throughout mine and Toms relationship and pregnancy my dads family has been nothing but unsupported and fake. They hadn’t even tried to take time out of there day to see how our daughter was or even me.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my dads side of the family even though I shouldn’t. Even as a child they never really cared for me, during a long period of my life they abandoned me, my mum, my brother and even my dad. It was only when I was 11 they came back after 8 years, making up some stupid excuse. Yeah, it really did affect me in my life as a teenager and still now. Knowing you didn’t have your family to talk to really sucked, especially with all the problems with my parents at that time.

You see, as a kid I always wanted to have this perfect life. I wanted a great boyfriend, a good job and eventually start a family. It was hard for me to get what I have now, and honestly I couldn’t wish for any better with Scarlett and Tom.

My parents used to always argue every day and every night. My siblings used to protect me from them arguments, me being the youngest. Eventually once my older sister and brother moved out they got worse. They started to argue more and more but it started to get physical.

Sometimes I would get hurt not just mentally, physically too. I would stand in front of them at around 12 years old trying to stop it, my mum would try swing for my dad and I would get punched in the face. The next day they always were best friends, cuddled up on the sofa like nothing happened. My mum nor dad thought to apologise to me neither. They were both alcoholics at the end of the day and my dad being a druggie.

Anyways enough sad shit, the end of the day I’m trying to give Scarlett the best life that she can live. I am making sure she can come to me for any problems or whenever she’s sad, I wanna be a good mother to her the one I never really had.

So, as I was saying. Toms family and hopefully mine will come over today to celebrate Scarlett’s birthday. We had everything set up with the help of Harrison, Harry and Tuwaine of course. Part of the party is outside, we had a small gazebo up with a table full of snacks, drinks and party bags for later. Chairs were also set around the place so everyone could have a seat, alcohol was in cold buckets to keep them cool. The temperature was really hot so we decided to let a small pool out for the kids.

“Darling did I tell you that you look so beautiful today?” Tom wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I was wearing a cute white summery dress with my hair wavy, makeup light.

“aww thanks Tommy.” I rub his arms that are around my waist. “Thanks boys, I really appreciate the help” I thank Harrison, Harry and Tuwaine.

“It’s okay y/n. We love you, Tom and Scarlett. We’re always here to help” Harrison smiled at me taking a sip from his beer.

“Mummy?” Scarlett calls making my head snap back to the little girl who was in her swimming costume. “Yes, birthday girl” I smile going over to her, picking her up.

“I think someone’s at the door” She told me, pointing in the direction. Placing her back down on the grass, I walk over to the door opening it. There stood my brother Charlie with his little boy, Liam. And my sister, Kirsty with her two sons lake and Jake.

“Hii, come in. Hello Liam, Lake and Jake” I smile at the two 4 year olds and Jake the 12 year old boy. “Thanks for coming” I hug Kirsty then Charlie.

“Uncle Charlie, auntie Kirsty!” Scarlett shouts running into there arms. 

“I heard it’s someone’s birthday today, so I got a little gift. But you can’t open it until all the guests have gone as mummy’s requests” Charlie told Scarlett. It was true you didn’t want her getting her new toys out and either breaking them or other kids playing with them.

“Charlie, Kirsty. Hi how are you both?-Hey little ones” Tom walked over greeting my siblings and there kids. Obviously there was one more sibling, Kieron, he was sadly sick so he couldn’t come. “You guys want a drink?” Tom offered them.

……………….

“Hi Nikki, you look beautiful as always. Hi Dom” I greet Nikki and Dom as they enter into the garden. Now everyone was basically here, Toms cousins, grandparents, Family friends and others were here. My nan was now here with her husband, Denis.

Also my cousin Ellie and her daughter came. One of my aunties and uncles had arrived too. Sadly this was just my mums side and non was my dads. I mean what did I expect? They of course wouldn’t come. But what hurts the most is that My dad or my mum isn’t here either.

“Where’s Sam and Wayne?” Asked Ellie whilst she sips on her drink.

“Clearly they ain’t coming. I mean it’s been an hour what the fuck is wrong with them” I scoff, checking the time. I was hurt and it showed a lot.

“Hey, don’t let them get to you. It’s alright. It’s there loss. Anyways let’s play a little bit more better music, whilst I talk to Harrison” She winked walking over to the speaker.

“Daddy? Where’s grandad and nanny? Nanny said she was coming to brwing me my new doll” Scarlett cried to Tom, them only being a few metre away from me so I could hear. He stopped his conversation to kneel down to his sobbing daughter. He looked over to me, knowing I heard what she said.

“Princess don’t cry, I’m sure there coming. Maybe there just running late” He cooed the now 4 year old. “How about this. I want you to get water in this water gun and spray uncle Haz, yeah?” He smiled at her making her laugh and nod straight away, running to squirt Harrison with the water gun.

“You okay?” He walked up to me placing his cup on the table.

“Yeah, there probably not gonna come. I mean my dads side of the family most likely ain’t. My mum is a bit surprising I did try to call her.” I wanted to cry, I shouldn’t cry. I needed to keep it all in, I need to stay strong.

“Well even if they don’t come, this is your family here. Family doesn’t have to be by blood, baby. Everyone that is my family is yours and Scarlett’s.” He placed his hands on my waist, kissing my forehead.

I smiled a little just by what he had said, “Yeah, your right. It’s not the first time they’ve let me down anyways” I watch as Harrison now chases Scarlett with the water gun, her screaming when the cold water hits her.

“Mummy! Daddy! Ahhhh” She screamed laughing, running behind mine and Toms legs. “You can’t get me now” She laughed at Harrison.

Harrison smirked pointing the gun at me, “Oh yeah well i’ll get your mummy” He looked down at Scarlett then back at me.

“Don’t you dare Harrison-“ He ignored me squeezing the gun in my face. Scarlett then stepped in front of me, protecting me from this stupid boy in front of me.

“Hey! Don’t you do that to my mummy! You can do it to daddy not mummy-“ She demanded causing Tom to say a ‘What! why me and not mummy’. “Well mummy is wearing makeup, and has a nice dress on.” She reasoned with her dad, but before he could say anything back she ran over to the pool getting inside it with her cousins.

To the corner of my eye, I saw my Nan and denis talking. “I’ll be back” I told Tom before leaving his side to go speak to them.

“Hi Nanny, Denis. Do you know if mum is coming?” I ask them.

“Hello darling, I’m not sure. Her and Wayne had an argument last night and this morning they said they were going out to eat. She was meant to be coming but not so sure now” My nan told me, just as I expected. They must’ve had an argument, made up then went to drink and clearly forgot.

“Thanks Nan” I quickly walk away from both of them, going to speak to Nikki and Dom.

……………………..

“Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy to Scarlett…Happy birthday to you!” We all sang as she blowed out her candles on her beautiful princess cake.

“Daddy!” She whines as Tom pushed the cake a little into her face, pink frosting going onto her nose.

“Happy birthday, bubba” Kissing her on the head, placing her cute princess tiara on there.

“Thanks mummy” She smiled widely placing a kiss on my cheek.

“Now who wants some Cake?” Sam asked taking the cake from Tom, everyone saying whether they wanted any or not. As I looked back at Scarlett, about to ask whether she would like some, she started to look around the garden trying to search for something somebody.

“What you looking for?” I chuckle at her face as her eyes wonder around. All she did was huff, running inside the house.

“what’s up with the little one?” Ellie questioned, I just shook my head having no clue whatsoever.

Walking pass the people and inside the house, I search the rooms for my daughter. She wasn’t in the bathroom, nor her room or the kitchen, so I looked in the last place I thought she could be. Mine and Toms shared bedroom.

And she was there….laying on the bed, face planted into the pillow as soft cries escape her mouth.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

I worry, sitting by her legs. “Go away” was all that she had said before crying even more. “I-I just wanna help honey, don’t want you crying on your birthday now do we?”

“Did Nanny and Grandad forget?” she mumbled, almost not hearing her.

“What do you mean?” I curiously asked, trying to understand what she meant by what she had said.

“Nan and Grandad, they forgot about my birthday! They never come visit anymore, they don’t care about me” She cried into the pillow more. My heart Instantly broke. I never wanted her to feel it, however them even being her grandparents make her feel like they don’t care.

“Sweetheart, listen sit up look at me” I tell her, waiting till she gets up, which she does, keeping her head hanging low as sniffles just come out. “Nanny and Grandad Love you so so much. They just- listen your too young to understand right now but they do care. Nanny and grandad haven’t been feeling well lately.. They do care about you so much, okay. I used to feel like that all the time with them. They just have many problems going on right now” I lied. I had to lie to my own daughter because of them.

“I’m still upset and angry” she admitted finally looking at me in the eyes.

“And that’s okay. Your allowed to be upset and angry by them. But baby you have everyone else, you have nanny nikki and grandad Dom here.” I explain to her.

“Yeah and you have your cousins, your mummy and daddy here.” Tom walked into the room, hearing the conversation knowing it was breaking your heart too. 

“Thwankss” She smiled hugging me tight.

“How about let’s go outside and have some cake. We can finish the party?” I offer her smiling a ‘yes please’.

………………….

The party had finally died down, I was now sitting on a chair with Scarlett sleeping on me with her head nestled in my neck. She was now in the dress she had gotten into earlier that Nikki brought for her. She was shattered after being in the sun all day and dancing around to the music and playing with her family. She had such a good birthday party.

“Little birthday girl must’ve been tired” Charlie pointed to her sleeping body on me. “Yeah had a good day” I smiled, looking at the floor, my mood showing more since everyone had left.

“You okay?”

“Y-yeah, just tired now that’s all” Faking a smile on my face.

“Listen I know your hurt and upset just don’t take it to heart. There a bunch of idiots y/n” He kissed my forehead. “I’m gonna go now, i’ll see you later” He said, getting his things ready.

Once I had said my goodbyes to him, Tom came over to me sitting in the seat next to me. “Want me to carry her to bed?” Tom offered rubbing my leg.

“No it’s okay, Needed to go inside to get black bags anyways” I half-smiled standing up holding Scarlett trying not to wake her up.

Then walking into the house and straight to her bed room, taking off her dress to put her pjs on. Tucking her in, she started to stir awake so I slowly shut the lights off, leaving the room with the door a little bit open.

Now everyone had left, when I walked out of Scarlett’s bedroom Tom was saying goodbye to his brothers and thanking them for coming. He shut the door behind him, looking over at me. He knew I was still upset, he just knew not to ask.

“Right some of the rubbish is in the bin, thanks to your brothers. So there’s only a little more to do, just need to put the left over drinks in the fridge and the food in the bin if it’s been eaten” I instructed him, we both instantly getting to work. It didn’t take that long to clean, we was gonna leave some to do tomorrow as it was getting dark.

“Phew. I’m so happy that’s all-“ I couldn’t finish my sentence as the door bell rang, multiple of times. Running to the door, quickly opening the it so the person doesn’t wake up Scarlett.

There stood the two people I didn’t want to see at all. My mum and dad. Both were of course  wreaking of alcohol and my dad of strong weed. “Nope” I said going to shut the door on their faces, my dad holding it pushing it open. “No. Get out I don’t want you here” I didn’t want to see them because I knew I would break then and there.

“Y/n my darling, it’s Scarlett’s birthday” My mum slurred being too loud, making Tom come inside seeing both my parents.

“Shut up yours going to wake scarlett, the party was hours ago you missed it so leave. You stink of alcohol and-“ I see my dad pull out a packet of weed. “What the fuck! I said I didn’t want that near my daughter, nor my house get that out now!” I whisper yell at him.

“Don’t speak to your dad like that!” My mum snapped at me, making me look at her up and down.

“Please leave, you’ve done enough. You don’t even realise how much you ruined Scarlett’s birthday she’s was so upset you didn’t come, she thought you forgot and that you don’t care about her” I couldn’t care anymore they needed to hear this.

“Y/n stop being pathetic- oh Hi Tom” My mum changed her tone towards Tom, making me roll my eyes as he even knows it’s an act.

“Just get out please, that’s all I’m asking” I plead to them both loosing my patients.

“Y/n I wanna see Scarlett it’s her birthday” She started to walk towards her room but I stepped in front of her, snapping.

“SCARLETT IS ASLEEP. YOU FUCKING SAID THAT ALREADY YOU CAME LATE SO GET THE FUCK OUT! I DON’T WANT TWO ALCOHOLICS IN MY HOUSE WHERE MY DAUGHTER AND FIANCE LIVE, ITS FUCKING EMBARRASSING!” I scream at both of them, tears streaming down my face, regretting saying it as I saw my dads face.

He stepped towards me making me back away, “What did you just say?” He scrunched his fists by his sides.

Tom immediately seeing my feared face steping in the middle of us. “We will visit you another day, we’re very tired after a long day” Tom spoke nicely trying to not start anything. Surprisingly it worked. They both left slamming the door behind them.

“I knew they would do it. Why do they have to be like this! My dads family didn’t even come and see her. They didn’t leave a fucking message” I cried into his arms burying my head inside his chest.

“shhh darling it’s okay” Tom soothed stroking my back.

“Mummy? Why you crying?” I heard that sweet voice behind me, making me turn to her. She rubbed her eyes, most likely waking up from the shouting.

“I’m okay princess, go back to sleep” Fake smiling.

“I heard mummy, it’s okay really. My party was still really good. I know Nanny and Grandad are just having problems” She smiled, she was really smart for a four year old. “Don’t cry mummy please” she said holding her teddy bear, with a tear rolling down her face.

“I wanna see my two favourite girls happy, so what we’re gonna do is…Mummy and I will get ready for bed then Scarlett you wanna sleep in our bed tonight? We can watch any movie you want?” Tom suggested making me smile.

“yessss, thank you daddy” She jumped up and down. We then got ready for bed, brushing our teeth, washing our faces and then getting under the covers. We put on a princess movie, laying comfortably all together as a family.

I wasn’t sad anymore, I was with my family, who I know love me for me and will always be here.

Toms family is mine too.

It’s true what Tom said, family isn’t just by blood.

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[throwaway-yandere]

Dear Secret Penpal,

Happy Irodori Festival! My name is Lisa (disclaimer: not my real name). A pleasure to be exchanging correspondence with you. While I am better at writing my thoughts than speaking them outloud, unfortunately I'm not too well-versed in the art of keeping a conversation, so I hope you will forgive me for my clumsy attempts.

For starters, I hope you are doing well as you are reading this letter. Always remember to take a good care of your health!

I'm sure you don't wish to divulge too much personal information in these letters. However, would you mind talking about the things that interest you? I'll start first - recently I have been testing out a Fontaine technology which is aiming to assist people in writing articles and books. It's a most curious technology indeed, and I am having fun tinkering with it for the past few days.

I hope this letter reaches you safely and I eagerly await your response.

🌸 Lisa

cw: yandere themes, and alhaitham being an asshat in general-

From this yandere genshin secret pen pal event

✥ YOU GOT A LETTER FROM YOUR SECRET PEN PAL!!!

"See you soon, Malikata."

Those were the same words King Deshret last uttered before the sand dwindled in his very own hourglass. It was the words of a hopeless man— the delusions of a mourning king.

And yet, as if there are miracles born from misfortunes, it came true.

"Alhaitham" recalls little of who he once was eons ago. Since childhood, he had felt that he operates differently compared to his peers. All the rational man had was, ironically, a gut feeling. There is only one situation where he would rely on intuition and that would be whenever he needed to explain his geometric reasonings in two columns— but no one demanded proof that he was the reincarnation of The Red One.

Besides, what person would demand about something they have no prior knowledge of? 

 "ALHAITHAM!!!" 

Kaveh closed the door behind him with a loud slam. The mounted shelves shook while Alhaitham stood, unflinching. There's no visible reaction on his face,  

"YOU HAVE THE MISSING DIVINE KNOWLEDGE CAPSULE, DON'T YOU?!?"

"Of course not," Alhaitham replied. "If I had a use for it, surely I would've used my authority to access it."

But the architect didn't believe a single word. They both acknowledge that the Acting Grand Scribe had an unexpected proficiency or talent for acting. Lying came easy to him, yet strangely enough, Kaveh sensed not a hint of deceit.

Which could only mean he's innocent or he had someone do his bidding and delivered the capsule to someone else.

"That Irodori Secret Exchange thing— what was it called—"

"Pen Pal or Yokais."

Alhaitham is once again reminded how fortunate he is that his dear "Lisa" is as clever and as articulate as they were lifetimes ago.

"Yes! THAT!!!" Kaveh grabbed a fistful of Alhaitham's grey cloak, looking at him dead in the eye. 

"You definitely smuggled it to Inazuma to avoid suspicion! You got a taste of that power when you confronted Azar and intend to steal it didn't yo—"

"I've never used the divine knowledge capsule."

"... What? Didn't you try to kill Azar with it?"

"No," Alhaitham shook his head lazily. "It was just a minor part of our strategy to lower their guard down. I've no need for divine favors to win. I only need to think."

"That sort of arrogance does sound like something you would say..."

And his sheer indifference for the divine also marked one of many similarities he shared with King Deshret.

"You're mistaken. It's not arrogance but belief in one's competency. You should learn to think before you speak, Kaveh. I can arrest you for lèse-majesté."

"Gah— Okay then, fine!" Kaveh waved his hand up dismissively. "Maybe you didn't steal it after all."

He let go of his cloak.

"Still, aren't you worried about where it is?"

"No."

"You can't be serious," Kaveh gawked. "That thing is contaminated by The Withering. Aren't you concerned that someone would—"

"Just let it be," Alhaitham said. "You can't discount the chance someone might use it wisely for the benefit of the people."

"Argh!!!— you are so damn lazy, I can't believe you. Need I remind you that capsule was used to almost create a new archon?! Why on earth are you being so laissez-faire about this?! You're our Acting Grand Sage, you should be— hey! Get back here! Don't you dare lock yourself inside your room—"

Shut.

How exhausting. What a waste of his time.

Why would he possess the divine knowledge capsule, when it's Nabu Malika that needed to remember their past the most?

You'll use that divine knowledge capsule, won't you, his hayati?

It's easier to lie in letters after all. 

It's only a matter of time until his Goddess is back in his arms again.

#ansy-writes #tag: pen pal or yokai #alhaitham x reader #yandere alhaitham #yandere alhaitham x reader #alhaitham the bare minimum king of writing letters

[erenlluvrr]

neglect

you finally want to divorce your arranged contracted husband who’s nothing but cold towards you. what happens when emotions get the best of you when you finally confront him about it?

recommend song !!

you layed on your bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as tears freely flowed out of your eyes. it was dark in your room, only the moonlight peering through the cracks of curtains, nothing but emptiness and eeriness surrounding you, at least that's what it felt like to you.

how hard you tried to please him, care for him, love him, it just wasn't enough for him to even look at you with any hint likeliness. wishing he would understand that you also had no choice in this marriage either, wishing he knew how much you cried in front of your grandparents house for days begging them to not have you marry him, wishing you'd have someone sympathize with you.

'you've had your life set up for you the moment you were born y/n, you got to marry into an opulent family, be grateful.'  was words that stung you too much to even think about, but yet you couldn't help but ask yourself, i didn't ask for any of this? i didn't ask for anyone to plan my life, i didn't ask to marry, i didn't ask for anything?

why am i forced into doing things that benefit them? why cant i do things to benefit myself? was all you thought about since the moment you walked down the aisle towards eren. how miserable you've been since then. how neglected you felt not only by him, but by your family who thinks you're fine as long as you're under the care of eren yeager.

yes you lived in a nice house, you could have anything you wanted, you were greatly taken care of by the housekeepers. and it wasn't that you were ungrateful, god you were so happy to at least know someone cared for you even if it was their job to do just that.

but you wished there was someone who genuinely cared for you. someone altruistic. someone who would care for you because they genuinely did care for you, not because it was apart of their job. all you wanted was love from someone, real love.

stuck inside a place that didn't even felt like home, more like a prison. if only you knew the eyes of pity the housekeepers would look at you from afar, how sad you looked everyday, how lonely you looked.

''it must suck to be stuck inside all day.'

'mr yeager never takes her out.'

'he doesn't even check up on how she's doing, all he does is stay in his office all day working.'

'they don't even look like a married couple, just some housemates that don't speak'

it's been a year since you guys got married. eren despises you. to him, you were someone who took his everything away. his everything being the person he loved. after finding out he had to marry you, he was forced to end things with his girlfriend, he had no choice, just how you had no choice but to marry him as well. but why couldn't he realize that you didn't have a choice either? why is this all your fault? why is the blame all on you?

no matter how hard you tried to get along with him, it never worked? just another one of those empty nights in your room as you think about everything, leaving yourself with unanswered questions. tonight was the last straw with eren. you've had enough of being treated like you had no feelings. you were tired of feeling this way, so mentally drained. so done with feeling like the bad guy when you weren't.

standing up from your bed, you make your way to your desk. there you stared at the divorce files you had asked from your lawyer weeks before. you've wanted to divorce for months now, it wasn't until recently you actually had the courage to ask your lawyer about it, but you kept hush about wanting a divorce until you had the full courage to approach eren. and tonight was the night.

feeling your heart skip a beat, you were now filled with adrenaline as you grabbed the files and made your way downstairs towards erens office.

god, how much eren hated when you would come to his office. he would kick you out the second you would step in, heck he probably set up a camera in front of his office to make sure you don't even pass the fucking room for all you know.

you stood there for some seconds before barging into his office. he was on the phone, looking serious as always. "y/n? i'm on a call right now-" cutting him off you threw the files onto his desk.

"i want a divorce." you said breathily. "what?" he furrowed his brows, looking down at the papers. you only stared at him, waiting for him to say something. hanging up the phone, he looks at it for a spare second before turning back to you.

"don't play around with me y/n." you were filled with anger. all the sadness and hurt bottled up into you turned into pure anger. "why would i play around eren? i want a divorce."

pushing the files away from him, he runs his hands threw his hair. he looked up with a smirk as he scoffed. "divorce you? if we were able to do that, i would've been asked for one long ago. do you think it's that easy to divorce with the agreement betwe-" "i don't .. care!" you cut him off, as your eyes began to fill in with tears. "i want a divorce. i want it now."

he then stands up, ready to escalate with you. "you can't fucking divorce me y/n," you stayed silent, trying so hard to stay content, trying to hold yourself together. "this isn't something we can just do easily, did you forget this was an contract marriage?,"he paused "didn't you also wanted to marry me?, you got wanted what you wanted, so why do you want a divorce? shouldn't you be happy about this fucking contract?"

"i don't care about that stupid contract! who said i wanted to marry you!? did you think i wanted to marry you? you didn't want this marriage, but did you think i wanted to do this as well?" you screamed, as tears begin flowing out.

"do you not realize that i didn't have a choice but to marry you either eren? you treat me as if i'm someone who doesn't have feelings! i'm so tired of you pinning shit onto me, if you want to be mad at someone it shouldn't be me! because i didn't want to fucking marry you either," the burning sensation in your throat as you sobbed was making it hard for you to talk more yet you had to make sure you got everything out.

"i cried outside my grandparents house for days, begging on my knees to not marry you, hell i even tried running away," you paused and stared at him directly in the eye, making sure he knew how hurt you were feeling. "i'm tired of being neglected, tired of feeling neglected. i tried so hard to please you everyday, i tried so hard to get along with you, yet all i was ever given was the cold shoulder. cant you see that i've been trying this whole time?!"

"i hate you! i have you so much! i hate being here, i hate living here, i hate that i am married to someone as cold as you!" you sobbed out, every emotion you held in was finally taking control over you as you couldn't control anything you were saying. "you're not happy? i'm not fucking happy either! so if you could fucking agree to this, then we'd finally be happy again right?" you splurged out.

eren and you both then stared at each other intensely as tears uncontrollably streamed down your face. he had no words to say, seeing how hurt you were and how you were finally expressing it stunned him. he couldn't help but feel instant guilt as he stared at your shattered figure, breathlessly crying.

he was so blinded by his own anger, so selfish that he turned a blind eye to how you felt about the situation as well. why did it take for you to express how you felt for him to finally realize that any of this wasn't your fault? he couldn't help but feel stupid at that very moment, all the memories of how he treated you all came flooding to his mind at once.

all he did was just stand there in silence and look at you. you couldn't help but grow even angrier at his silence. you just poured your heart out and now he's at lost of words? when every single time you had something to say, he was always quick to reply, but now he has nothing to say?

"i fucking hate you eren." was the last thing you said before you stormed out the room in tears before making your way out of the house. the last thing you wanted in that very moment was to be anywhere near his existence.

"ms y/n- it's late- where are you going?" brushing away your tears you hastily put on your coat, grabbing your keys and bag without saying a word. nobody wanted to stop you, not after hearing the blow out you just had with eren, they're sure you needed a breather.

-

you don't know where you were going. all you knew was you wanted to go as far as possible from that hell of a place. you drove and drove until you found yourself at a friends house. you hadn't told her about anything yet, so i'm sure you appearing on her front porch suprised her to say the most.

opening the door, her immediate expression turns into concern as she sees your crying figure. immediately pulling you inside, she sits you down, running to grab some water and tissues.

seeing how distraught you were, she didn't want to pry. so she welcomed you with open arms, allowing you to cry into her arms for which felt like forever.

finally calming down, you begin to tell her everything. everything from the very start. she offered you stay at her place, you gladly agreed, staying there for weeks. within those weeks, you were sure everybody was looking for you. that night you left, you had left your cell phone, leaving them with nothing to contact you with.

as if you cared anyways, you didn't want them to know where you were at all, you finally felt free being away from eren, your family, and everything else. but you knew sooner or later you'd have to go back, afterall you can't run away from your problems.

,,

"are you sure you don't want to stay for a couple more days?" she asked, watching you put on your shoes as you headed towards the door. "if i don't go home, how would my problems be solved? i think i did enough running away." you responded as you opened the door to leave.

"alright.. but if anything happens you can always come back here. i hope everything resolves, good luck my love." you turned around, embracing her before you greeted her goodbye. reversing out of the driveway, you mouthed 'love you' to her before driving away.

the unintentional break you spent away from everyone was refreshing. you felt at peace, you didn't feel nervous to go back, you felt content. maybe it was because you finally came to realize during your break away that nothing that happened was ever your fault, you stopped blaming yourself.

pulling into the drive way, you nonchalantly make your way back into the house. it was very silent, not a sight of anyone in the house. maybe everyone still sleeping? it was only 8am afterall.

quietly making your way towards your seperated room from eren, you dropped your keys down the stare, causing an echo through the house. “fuck” you whispered under your breath, running down the stairs to retreat them.

just as you were about to pick them up, a figure shadows over you, picking up the keys before you could even reach them. looking up, you’re met eyes with eren.

not wanting to be near him, you turn on your heels and begin to walk upstairs away from him. but he follows after you. “y/n,” he calls out, but you only ignored him. “y/n,” he remained calm despite you ignoring him. reaching your room, you reach to shut the door on him, but he holds his arm out, refraining you from shutting it, “y/n!” he says just a little bit louder.

“what?” you responded, irritation visibly heard in your tone. “where have you been? do you know how worried everyone is?!” he expressed angrily, furrowing his eyebrows, anticipating your response. “my being doesn’t concern you the last time i checked.”

“that’s not my point! you disappeared for three weeks with no way of reaching you! anything could’ve happened and we wouldn’t have known!” he hastily responds. blankly staring at him, you turn towards your bathroom, eren invites himself in, still trying to talk to you.

“y/n!” he grew visibly impatient. “i need you to talk to me, please i want to talk to you.” he pleads. will your back still turned towards him, you left out a sigh before facing him. “fine,”

-

sitting down at the dining table, you guys sat across from each other. eren looked at you directly, his eyes practically glued onto you.

“i’m sorry,” he started, “i’m a horrible person for how i treated you. my behavior towards you was unacceptable. the way i treated you was so unfair, not taking any of your feelings into consideration,” “i didn’t think about you in this situation, i turned a blind eye and only focused on how everything affected me, but i didn’t realize that it affected you as much as it affected me,” “i’m not asking for you to forgive me, i just want you know to how sorry i am. i’m sorry for how harsh i acted towards you, you didn’t deserve any of of that, because nothing was your fault, yet i blamed you for everything,” “all you wanted was to get along with me, but i pushed your efforts away because of my own feelings,”

“all i really wanted was for you to listen to me talk, now that i’ve said everything, you’re free to choose whatever you want to do know, i’m.. fine with any choice you make, to divorce, or to not divorce”

you swallowed the lump in your throat before speaking. “as much as i wish to forgive you, it’s going to take a lot of healing for me to recover from this,” you started to feel tears form as the burning sensation in your throat started to form.

“i just.. need space for now..”

“thank you for apologizing really, but i don’t think i can even stand to be here, with you, in this house,” you looked up at him.

“i still.. want the divorce.”

[no pt. 2, i like to write my oneshots with cliffhangers (: ]

#eren fic #eren fanfiction #eren angst #eren smut #eren fluff #eren x y/n #eren yeager x reader #eren x reader #eren x you #eren headcanons #Spotify

[whatwouldvalerydo]

A bitter sense of victory

Years after the battle, those who have survived still have to live with the trauma.

Part of the @hp-12monthsofmagic​ May challenge.

Warnings: mentions of death, blood, dark vibes here 

Her focus never wavered as she stared her enemies in the face, the hoard of Death Eaters far grander than the number of opponents left outside to face. Talia knew that the first line almost always perished. Like lambs to the slaughter, but she was no lamb.

She was a wild beast, charging into battle with a blade in one hand and fire in another, eyes of fury staring them down as they approached. Her body knew what needed to be done, her mind not once wavering.

She could drown the sounds, not be distracted by a friend falling next to her. The constant sounds died slowly one by one as she concentrate on her breathing, ducking to avoid a direct attack. A blast next to her made her squint her eyes slightly and then all was silence and nothingness.

She was alone, left between hundreds of corpses piled up in the main courtyard. Looking down at her hands, blood painted her skin in thick coats. Wiping at her skin, it helped little as the crimson liquid made sickening sloshing sound, molding between her trembling fingertips.

Staring around, she called out, however upon opening her mouth, her voice refused to leave her throat.

She could not move when she tried to take a step, her eyes casting downwards to see several hands constricted against her legs, those she could not help hanging on to her with rigid limbs, eyes wide open in horror.

Reaching for her blade, she cut and cut, the sound of skin splitting apart scratching against her ears, a sound like no other.

“Talia.” A voice called out to her, however as she looked around, she was still alone, senses invaded by different smells followed by the sounds of a battle no longer being fought before her “Talia.”

Again a voice called, this time Talia sitting in front of a Death Eater she had hunted down, his wand at the ready, spell leaving the tip, hitting her directing in the stomach, sending her flying back.

She was alone, in pain, tears streaming down the sides of her face as she stared at the dark sky, hands reaching out to press against her stomach, fright making her completion pale. The baby, anything but her baby.

A scream erupted from her throat, warmth invading her as her healing powers travelled through her veins.

Being jolted awake, she squinted her eyes at the bright light in the room, Talbott running a hand across her sweaty face “It’s alright, just a nightmare.”

Feeling the baby kick, she closed her eyes, placing her hand over her belly, a sigh of relief breaking through the panic of her hectic heart.

“More like night terror. I don’t know what’s up with me, but ever since the eight month, it’s been worse.”

Leaving the bed, Talbott ventured to the kitchen, bringing her a glass of water. Sitting next to her on the bed, he offered her a reassuring smile “The battle again?”

“That and more.” She sighed placing a glass aside after drinking a few sips.

“It’s almost May, probably why.”

Scoffing, she adjusted her position “I don’t even know what day it is since going on maternity leave. I can’t sleep in any position, I’m moody, my back hurts. I just want this to end and rest.”

Chuckling, he placed a hand on her stomach as well, knowing fully well there wouldn’t be much sleep with a new born “To be fair I’m so happy I managed to convince you to take leave at seven months. I honestly thought you would be fighting bad guys until giving birth.”

She smiled, however her eyes appeared to darken “I would have. There are so many bad people out there Talbott and I am but one. We won the war, but there will always be something, someone.”

Cupping her cheeks, he placed a small kiss against her forehead “You can’t fight everyone, even though you wish to. It’s not on you.”

She bit down on her lip, refusing to say anything more. He was right, but not fully. Because she would still live to see other wars break out and she would be there to fight them. 

For all eternity. 

#hp12mom #Talia Crane #talbott winger #hphm

[fatuismooches]

SMOOCHES!!! Hii beautiful!! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

I hope you’ve been doing amazing!! (Small update on my genshin exploration: I’m almost done with the desert! I’m just missing the last expansion patch that we got like 2 months ago! I haven’t even started the new event because I want to finish my exploration before Fontaine comes) but how have you been? Have you been saving for any new chars? If so what are your funds? I’d love to know!!

Alright on to the main topic! This is kinda just a small headcanon and also inspired by what you said in a brainrot: but fragile!reader most likely does wake up in the middle of the night at times. (Most likely due to reoccurring nightmares) so usually when you do get startled awake, you usually just walk around the laboratory. And whenever you do, a clone or two will find you and slightly scold you for being out of bed and that your body seriously needs it. But after scolding you they usually just join you on your small walk to hopefully tire you out. (I swear the clones are like small kittens who won’t detach themselves from you bc of how much they love you and just imagining these blue haired scary looking masked grown men following little you is 😭💕💗💖)

However, at times when you’re really shaken up, you’ll just head straight to Dottore’s lab or his bedroom. Although it’s usually the first since Dottore never sleeps, so when he sees you walk into his lab at 3 AM, he knows it’s because you’ve been shaken up badly from one of your nightmares again. So he’ll let you stay as he continues to work. Letting you sit at his desk while he runs an experiment. Or he would offer to you his bedroom, which you usually decline as what you want is to see your husband be safe. (Your nightmares sometimes concern him, so you just want to make sure he’s safe and not in the condition that you saw him in, in your nightmare) but you do eventually fall asleep in his lab, which makes him pick you up and put you in his bedroom. He wishes he could have your nightmares instead. Already being inflicted with a mysterious illness and now having nightmares. He just wants you to be truly happy, and not have to put up a fake act or fake smiles (Dottore most likely Can tell whenever you’re faking your smiles, although he doesn’t want to upset you and call you out on it) so in the meantime he’ll try his somewhat best in making you smile. Sure his attempts may be horrible at first, but it’s the thought that counts! You’ll be sure his kiss his cheeks and lips a few times as an “A for effort”.

What was supposed to be short turned out long I’m so sorry!! 😭 I always get carried away and end up writing more than I mean to. (Also just a little self indulgent but what if fragile!reader had a blanket they’ve had since probably when they were a kid, and they just love it. Like their plushie! But instead, whenever you wake up from your nightmares and go on walks or to Dottore’s lab, you just…bring it with you. It’s what helps you sleep after all! You could literally sleep on the floor so long as you have your blanket (and plushie) with you) I’m only adding this because I’ve had a blanket since I was born and I literally drag it with me in the house. I’m going to the kitchen? It’s coming with me. OKAYOKAY! I’ll stay quiet now!! I hope you enjoy this smooches!! I am smooching your cheeks n forehead and ur nose till your face is all sore ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ you’re deserving of all the cuddles and hugs and kisses in the world I love you so so much!! I’m wishing you a very happy day and week!! Hehe okay bye bye!!!!૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა 💕💗💖💗

-From your boo boo bear 🎐 anon! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა

MY LOVELY 🎐 ANON YOUR IDEAS MAKE ME SO SO HAPPY 😭💖

GOSH I AM KISSING YOUR BRAIN THIS IS JUST SO 🥺🥺😍 Whenever you have dreams, it’s a bit of a struggle to go back to sleep. Not only do the nightmares make you too scared to sleep again, but even the happier dreams of the past make you too sad to get sleepy again since you keep thinking of what once was. So instead of twisting and turning alone in the dark you decide to just walk around the lab to try and get your mind off things. But of course the lab always has clones running about no matter what time it is, sometimes you only walk a few feet and already bump into a clone. Every time they just sigh and give you that look again, that lecture that you probably have memorized already, they always try to guide you back to your room (and sometimes it works, and they sit in your room with you and help you fall back to sleep.) But if you pull out the pleading and pouty eyes they’ll be giving in quickly and entertain your request (cue them carrying you back to bed later 🥺) (Also Cattore so real… I find it so funny you could just be walking with a clone or two and they’ll be treating you with so much respect and love, talking very animatedly and then when you come across a regular Fatui assistant they’ll just give them a ‘wtf are u looking at slacker I’ll kill u’ and the assistant is just praying they get transferred to another squad 😭) (Plus they report it every time this stuff happens to Prime and he’s just :( he is at a loss at how he or science can help you, every time he sees those eye bags… he just. Curses internally.)

The first few times you walked right into his lab an at ungodly hour he was just like ??? Internally panicking and worrying something was really wrong with you to seek him out at this hour, and probably barraged you with questions and was even about to run some tests on you until you just interrupt him and spill the whole dilemma you’ve been in. How the nightmares are hurting you and you can’t find it in you to sleep again. Dottore knows very well how one will find it hard to sleep if the mind is troubled so he won’t force you to sleep again, but he’ll encourage you to try at least. Even if he’s in the middle of doing something that requires to stand up, he’ll find something to work on so you can sit down comfortably on his lap. He sometimes wonders about your dreams but you prefer not to speak about them or do so very vaguely so he doesn’t push it. Unfortunately he has yes to develop a dream-preventing injection so the only thing he can do is be ready to receive you when you show up at his door ;( The first time Dottore called you out on a fake smile you were so shocked and then nearly broke down catching him off guard. Though he is a very straight to the point no bs person he’s learned not to do that again. He is not very good with verbal affection so a lot of it just comes from him holding you, and also recounting some infuriating encounters he had with the other Harbingers (you find them hilarious though) and he tolerates it simply because of the kisses and actual smiles he gets <3

And omg… yes reader’s special blanket <3 (The lab would be torn upside down if you ever lost it) I love how cherished your blanket is 💖 I don’t have a specific blanket but I also can’t sleep if I dont have one, and if I wake up in the middle of the night and can’t find my plushies I get mad and search in the dark and sometimes resort to turning on the light 😭

Okay moving on from the dot brainrot- I’m so glad you’re catching up on the desert progress! It really is a lot, but I know you got this!! Hopefully Fontaine is more fun, I love exploring but even the desert had me like 💀 most because of the scenery. If you do play the summer event I hope you enjoy it, it’s definitely my favorite out of the 3 summer events we’ve gotten :3 As for me… I have roughly 70 wishes I think? Close to pity, no guarantee. I was considering trying to get Lyney since I want some Fontaine characters, but I’m not too sure yet so I’m just gonna wait until the release to decide who I want! I might just skip everyone for Arlecchino too haha. Are you saving for anyone 🎐 anon? Dottore maybe? AND DONT WORRY I LOVE YOUR LONG BRAINROTS!!! The depth and everything is so chefs kiss 😫 I am giving you infinite number of smooches mwah mwah!! Ily more🎐 anon~!!

#smooches talks #🎐 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #hehe it's funny to think abt a scholar like him getting an a simply for effort #dottore pls hold me too 🥰😍

[the-blind-geisha]

Hello!! Hope you are doing well hehhe

Just wanted to say that I love your sephiroth love letters so so much! I was so happy when I stumbled across them like bestie you had me giggling and swinging my feet in the air 🧚‍♂️

Not sure if you still accept requests but when you have time would you be able to write another one??!! If you want to course, I’m happy with the current ones (don’t tell anyone that I reread them almost daily shhhh)

Anyways, sorry for the long message JSJDJND have a good day/night muah 💞💞💞

A/N: Aww, I am glad you enjoyed them!

Well, I actually only do love letters during certain times of the year. However, since I wasn't exactly clear on that, I'm fine to do this one. Besides, I think the main reason as to why I would only do them once or twice a year has mainly passed, so it should be okay for me to open them through the year.

I looked up ideas through a prompt generator, and I think I'll write down one from when he's transitioned to being a villain (in one sort of AU given what I know about the original lol).

Thanks again for the lovely words!

I left the letter addressed only for you and you alone.

I am certain you can understand why, my dear. Given your actions against me, I will assume they were meant to be enforced by your 'superiors'—those Shinra lapdogs.

I am not your enemy. I never was. With all my power, I would see to it that the world would burn, save only for yourself and I. We could live together in a paradise fit for the two of us under her rule. A utopia where our love could flourish without the suffocation of the world around us.

She merely needs to be freed. The moment I free the very creation that made me possible, she will snuff out those who are unworthy. I need but whisper your name to her to have my mother spare you and all that you desire.

The worms of this world can tremble, bow down before my feet be them lifeless husks or thralls to my command. The silence can consume the world, but all I need hear is your voice beckoning to me alone. That will prevent the madness from burrowing deeper into my mind and heart.

In a way, you are my savior as well. Imprisoned within the cracks of the earth, it is your light that encourages me to thrive.

I will not have the world chain you away from me in turn. They can dare try. I warn you of the whispers I hear upon the wind: Shinra seeks to cage you just to keep me under control.

My dearest light in the suffocating dark, come to me and be free upon the wings I only can offer you. I will see to it that we both fly to paradise, undisturbed. For you alone, I would be but a mere servant to and bow before your feet as though you were the very gods themselves.

I can do better...

I can see to it that I grant you such a title, and should you bask with me in the glow of the catastrophic events to unfold, we will become gods together. You and I, we can and will rule the world as it slowly rebuilds itself from the chaos I aim to unleash.

Look upon me as you once did—with love and wanting. The last I looked into your eyes, they gazed at me as though I were a stranger; as if I were your enemy and one to be killed. It is what stayed my hand last I swung my blade at your party. They were not the cherished vision I once held dear. They were cold, almost lifeless in a way.

The very memory wounds me, my star, and I pray you know this.

But those tears. Did I cause those? Do not weep for me, my angel. I am the same as I've always been—merely, awakened.

I will see to it that you too will be unchained from the prison of mortality, ready at my side as I have always wanted and wished.

I have a future planned for us both. I will see to it we are born as the new gods of this future paradise.

Forever yours,

Sephiroth

#i'll throw out the love letter rules later after a nap XD #thanks for the request! #sephiroth #sephiroth x reader #sephiroth x mc #ffvii #ffviir #ff7 #ff7r #sephiroth love letter #love letter #mod answers #anon

[corvidserpens]

Fun Sized

Intro

Soulmates.

"Soulmate" usually refers to a romantic or platonic partner, with the implication of an exclusive lifelong bond. It commonly holds the connotation of being the strongest bond with another person that one can achieve. It is commonly accepted that one will feel 'complete' once they have found their soulmate, as it is partially in the perceived definition that two souls are meant to unite. 

The notion of a “Soulmate,” implies that there is but one person in the universe who is your match, one person in creation who completes you – whom you will recognize in a flash of enlightenment.

What a wonderful word isn't it?

It is said that at some point in your life before your 18th year a small mini version of your soulmate will appear, and when they appear they will hold nothing but love, adoration, and care for your well-being. The perfect match to your soul that will always think of you no matter what they do. Some meet their mini soulmate the moment they are born, while others never get the chance to meet their soulmate. Once you meet your soulmate and accept them for all that they are, the mini soul will turn into a warm light once again before entering your soul forever leaving a piece of your soulmate with you for good.

But see not all good things come without a price. Though it is rare but not impossible for one to not have a soulmate or for a person to reject their soulmate; no matter what it is, in either case it may be, both parties are at risk of a short life with a tragic and painful end.

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

I've always wanted to meet my soulmate to have someone so perfect for me that our souls are tied to each other.

The only problem is that I've been waiting forever! 

I am only one night away from turning 18! ONE!

Maybe I don't have a soulmate… but that is fine too. I just wish to know if there is someone out there waiting for me. 

Suddenly a warm spark of light seemed to fall down like a dripping shooting star from the sky. The light was falling and not just anywhere but right at me; the light began to take a tiny humanoid shape. A person? No, as its shape became more humanoid, I could feel a warmth flood my body leaving my heart pounding; and at that moment I just knew.

That was my soulmate.

And they were falling!

Quickly I stretched out my hands to catch my falling soul a small weight thudded lightly in my hands. I took this chance to view my soulmate who was curled in my hand seeming to snooze onwards. Just when I saw my tiny soulmate my heart was filled with happiness and exuberant joy; though I couldn't shake the feeling that they were familiar like I know them, and what stood out stopping all thoughts was when one of their pointed ears twitched, and it was at that moment I knew just who my soulmate was.

And I refuse to believe that this is true.

Link to the different routes:

Wind (Platonic)

Four

Hyrule

Legend

Wild

Sky

Warriors

Twilight

Time

First

Dink

#linked universe #lu #lu wind #lu four #lu hyrule #lu legend #lu wild #lu sky #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu time #lu first #lu dink #lu x reader #lu x player