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powdermelonkeg · 11 months

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On the ancient Hyrulean stone tablets

In Tears of the Kingdom, there's a sidequest you get relatively early called Messages from an Ancient Era, in which you are tasked with finding stone tablets hidden throughout Hyrule that contain Zonai-era first-hand accounts of the royal family. There are 13 in total to locate.

You yourself can't read them, and must take pictures of the tablets to take them to Wortsworth, a Zonai Survey Team historian who can read the ancient texts for you.

The problem with this is that he doesn't tell you what the tablets actually say; he reads their ancient Hyrulean as-is, then gives his own take. And it's a take which cuts out so much context from the original text.

Fortunately, I am a nerd.

Unnamed First Tablet

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Ones held y honore als hochmayde to kyng Rauru ond quen Sonia, thaerafter to his suster ond to princesse Zelda. "Her on thaes gret stan ond twelf mo withalle make y endite min time with the hyred roial. "So michte heore remembraunce preserven for the sake of him on whom oure hope raeste."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"It's short, but it's an introduction from a servant to Rauru and Sonia, the founding king and queen of Hyrule. "She also waited on the king's elder sister, Mineru, as well as someone named Zelda, and wrote of their daily lives in 13 tablets. "It couldn't be simpler! "I intend to more thoroughly research what this chamberlain hoped to convey in these ancient tablets."

The actual translation:

"Once held I honor as handmaid to king Rauru and queen Sonia, thereafter to his sister and to princess Zelda. "Here on this great stone and twelve more withall make I ending my time with the hired royal. "So might here remembrance preserve for the sake of him on whom our hope rests."

Account of a Celebration

The ancient Hyrulean:

"So swete the song of kyng Rauru, ond so grete the beaute of his susteres daunce, that wer min eies ond eres captif. "Ond so hende quen Sonias gasen on us alle, so felt y min herte als captif fallen. "Seruantes lyf, tho moche laboursum, han moche jolitee as welle. Longe be the lyf of the roial familie thaere y love so."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"This is an account of a party from those days. "It says King Rauru and his older sister sang and danced together while Queen Sonia looked on. "We think of royalty as austere and reserved, but these nobles amused themselves with song and dance. "But what a vivid recounting of a scene never before related in any history book… "The descriptions of their personalities and expressions make the ancient past feel alive again. "This stone tablet is a first-class find. Well done, dear chamberlain, in leaving behind this account for us. "I'm positively beside myself to think of how this story from the ancient past persevered so long to reach us today."

The actual translation:

"So sweet the song of king Rauru, and so great the beauty of his sister's dance, that were mine eyes and ears captive. "And so had queen Sonia's gaze on us all, so felt I mine heart also captive fallen. "Servant's life, though much laboursome, have much jollity as well. Long be the life of the royal family there I love so."

The Strong Queen and the Receptive King

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Sonia, quen to Hyrules kyng, bi birthe Hylian preesterresse, hirself yborn of londe, nat of skie aboven. "Speken she with open herte, eornest to alle, euen even to the Zonais kyng. "This kyng ythinke it gode aventure so to lerne of the londes folke. To sen his hed ybent to listenen is swich plesaunce."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"This one looks to be about Queen Sonia. It claims that Sonia was a priestess before marrying Rauru. "Despite his status as a Zonai, a people popularly thought to be gods, she would counsel him without any trepidation. "Moreover, Rauru heeded this counsel. "This account gives us firsthand knowledge of the nature of Queen Sonia and King Rauru's relationship. "Rauru found himself unexpectedly charmed by her strong will, and before long, they were married… "Er, that last bit isn't in the text. That's me speculating. "History rarely speaks of a person's character prior to being elevated to royalty. So I can't help but fantasize."

The actual translation:

"Sonia, queen to Hyrule's king, by birth Hylian priestess, herself born of land, not of sky above. "Speak she with open heart, earnest to all, even even[sic] to the Zonai's king. "This king thinks it a good adventure so to learn of the land's folk. To seen his head bent to listening is such pleasure."

The Harmonious Couple

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Oft wys Rauru, kyng of kene blade, weyve his werk real in faver of the hunte. "Ond oft queynt Sonia, quene of kene insight, seke out him and repaire this kyng to kyngly besynesse. "In hir sapience semes she divin, that she cunne him ever finde and for hes folly semes him the mor humain. "Ond the kyng? O, he laughe. Nat him hir equal for hir wit, he kunne. Ond the quen, she laughe to, als even she scolden."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"This is a tale of King Rauru. "Apparently, he would vacate his official business from time to time in order to go out hunting. "I had the impression he was a stricter, more serious king, but I guess he had a lighter side as well. "However, Queen Sonia was always a step ahead. She would put a stop to King Rauru's hunts and bring him back. "We rarely get a glimpse into the down-to-earth side of royalty in this way. It's an important find, to be sure."

The actual translation:

"Oft was Rauru, king of keen blade, leave his work real in favor of the hunt. "And oft quaint Sonia, queen of keen insight, seek out him and repair this king to kingly business. "In her sapience seems she divine, that she can him ever find and for his folly seems him the more human. "And the king? Oh, he laughs. Not him her equal for her wit, he knows. And the queen, she laughs too, as even she scolds."

A Pilgrimage of Light

The ancient Hyrulean:

"The kyng was late y-come this aven, so maked the quene to sharen tales of hir lond, of shirines al grene yglouen. "Of erli daies sinnes Hyrules funding have diverse monstres hir reaume biseged ond assaylled. "Uncesinge in striffe, thei broughte to despeir folkes lyfen. Kyng ond quen ysete thamselue to bringen scurge to ende. "With might of light ond pouere, driven abak ybeen, ond the roial couple made thes shirines to selen him awei. "Thes holi selen ben yclept Shirines of Light. "Gret kyng, grete quen, y thank ye. Ye foughte whan y wer maiden-child, that y kude pes toknouen."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"The subject here is the actions King Rauru and Queen Sonia undertook not long after Hyrule's founding. "With the kingdom established, they were worried for their people, so they set out to eradicate the monsters troubling them. "They created structures called Shrines of Light to seal the monsters away so that they could never be revived. "There's more here about light…and time too… The sense I get is that the two of them may have had supernatural powers. "Though it's part of ancient history, it's a feat those of us living today should still be grateful for. Truly an important discovery."

The actual translation:

"The king was late to come this evening, so made the queen to share tales of her land, of shrines all green glowing. "Of early days since Hyrule's founding have diverse monsters her realm besieged and assailed. "Unceasing in strife, they brought to despair folks' lives. King and queen set themselves to bringing scourge to end. "With might of light and power, driven aback they been, and the royal couple made these shrines to seal him away. "These holy seals been called Shrines of Light. "Great king, great queen, I thank you. You fought when you were maiden-child, that I could peace to know."

The Researcher Mineru

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Queynte Mineru, the kynges elder suster, falles so dep in hir bokes swich that she oft foryetes to eten. "In min wieried wei don y what much y con, but y fer haven that it ben litel avail. "Of late treteth she of 'constructes,' thinges did she make with her hondes as vessel for spirit whan bodi-lich failen. "So, seyde she, might she liven longe, in spiret yhused within this 'construct.' "Though Mineru ne semes to holden ani deceyte… Bi my feith, y kan nat als trouthe thes wordes bileven"

What Wortsworth tells you:

"Here, we learn a bit about Mineru. "It says that she neglected to eat or sleep while making something called a…construct? "It was part of her research into a means of returning to life as a spirit possessing a new body, should her original one die. "To you or I, this sounds less like history and more like some sort of ghost story. "But remember who we're dealing with. They may have had unfathomable powers that made such things possible. "The revelation that Mineru was a fellow researcher makes her feel like a kindred spirit to me, and yet… "The chamberlain who inscribed these tablets treats Mineru with such care and kindness that it warms my heart."

The actual translation:

"Quaint Mineru, the king's elder sister, falls so deep in her books such that she oft forgets to eat. "In my worried way do I what much I can, but I fear have that it be little avail. "Of late treats she of 'constructs,' things did she make with her hands as vessel for spirit when body lies fallen. "So, said she, might she live long, in spirit housed within this 'construct.' "Though Mineru nay seems to hold any deceit… By my faith, I can not also truth these words believe."

The Foreign Princess

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Ful fyn is the weder this morn, ond have y audience with theos princes seyd ben kin bi fer distaunt yeres to quene Sonia. "Bi gras has she been given a name most swete, of Zelda she ben yclept. "In certain folk stered suspecioun, for straunge wer hir garnementes ond sodein wer her aparaunce. "Yet wolde hir contenonce ond bering maked proof of hir right blod and bond to quene Sonia. "Als be Zelda to remainen for a wile with us, y wil mi-self als hochmayde offre ekein hir servis."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"This is another fascinating entry. "If my translation is correct, the Zelda described here is Sonia's distant relative. "According to this, she arrived in Hyrule unexpectedly from another kingdom. It seems she was a beautiful princess. "Her strange clothing perplexed the people of Hyrule, and many were suspicious of her at first. "But this Zelda had such an undeniable air of nobility that those who doubted she was of royal birth were soon silenced. "Note how clearly this conveys the writer's feelings regarding Zelda. "Once it was clear Zelda would be staying, she applied to be chamberlain to the princess. That suggests real admiration."

The actual translation:

"Full fine is the weather this morning, and have I audience with this princess said be kin by for distant years to queen Sonia. "By grace has she been given a name most sweet, of Zelda she been called. "In certain folk stirred suspicion, for strange were her garments and sudden were her appearance. "Yet would her countenance and bearing make proof of her right blood and bond to queen Sonia. "As be Zelda to remain for a while with us, I will myself as handmaid offer asking her service."

The Free-Spirited Zelda

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Princesse Zelda recent comes to sen Mineru, the kynges elder suster. I com eck, for hir to seruen. "Todai cam hit ipassen that Mineru sheued to Zelda construct althergrettest y hav ysen. "Zelda, she much desired on hit to riden, ond ne conne nat y seien coust hir stoppen. Though I dyde protesten. Loudli. "Neuer the lesse she made to sitten heighe upon the constructes sculdres ond to riden like an hors, al ful of grace. "Min lausion, so graunt alredy, dyde grouen al the mor."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"The subject here is Zelda and Mineru. "Zelda apparently visited Mineru often to assist with her research. "I have no idea what kind of thing this 'construct' that allowed people to ride on it was. "But Zelda rode it so well that our author the chamberlain was again impressed by her skill at everything she tried. "That's the long and short of it here. "But more than the narrative, what strikes me is the back and forth between the chamberlain and Zelda. "The chamberlain tried to warn Zelda of the danger, but Zelda pushed past her and rode the construct anyway. 'It's short but so evocative of both the level of technology found in this era and the character of their visitor Zelda. "The 'treasure' found in these stone tablets is the pearls of wisdom and nuggets of personality contained within."

The actual translation:

"Princess Zelda recent comes to see Mineru, the king's elder sister. I come with¹, for her to serve. "Today came it pass that Mineru showed to Zelda construct of the greatest I have seen. "Zelda, she much desired on it to ride, and nay could not I say cause her stop. Though I did protest. Loudly. "Never the less she made to sit high upon the construct's shoulders and to ride like a horse, all full of grace. "My laudation², so great already, did grow all the more."

The Latest Trend

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Facioun nou favereth garnementes adourned with muscheron patrons, ond fer ond wid beon thei wern. "This tast for mucheeron com of the casteles seamestre, who sogte to seuen clethes for princesse Zelda to plesen. "This facioun, Zelda telled to the seamestre, waere in hir treu hom wel loved. "In hir tim werd everichon patrons of bright hewes, in the shap of mucheron. "Anou our hende semestre set herte on thes patrons copien, which sele to mani happi persoune. "Y seche after som for min one but ne coude nat an on yfenden."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"Here we learn something about the fashion trends of that era. "The story's catalyst is their Zelda telling a tailor about the mushroom-patterned outfits becoming popular in her homeland. "Intrigued, the tailor fashioned some clothing in that vein, and it caught on in ancient Hyrule. "Do you know Cece from Hateno Village? Imagine the look on her face if she were to find out! "They say that trends go in cycles, but… I didn't expect mushroom patterns to have been in fashion so long ago! "One last thing about the chamberlain… "Her interest in fashion shows there was more to her than devoted service. She was just like anyone else in the kingdom."

The actual translation:

"Fashion now favors garments adorned with mushroom patterns, and far and wide be they worn. "This taste for mushroom come of the castle's seamstress, who sought to sew clothes for the princess Zelda to please. "This fashion, Zelda told to the seamstress, were in her true home well loved. "In her time were everywhere patterns of bright hues, in the shape of mushroom. "And now our head seamstress set heart on these patterns copied, which sell to many happy persons. "I seek after some for my own but nay could not a one find."

An Ancient Ghost Story

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Of late have y herd it told a straunge ladi walkes around the castel in derk of night. "She ond princesse Zelda semes als twinnes two, but this on nadda ne light in hir eien—mor als a ded thing than not. "When she is asked about thes walkes, princesse Zelda of that ben no-thing remembren. "What monstre, or spirit of derknesse, be this visioun? So afeard y am of min imagenninges that y con nat slepen."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"This one is an ancient ghost story. "My understanding of ancient Hyrulean isn't perfect, but I know a ghost story when I see one. "It's a firsthand account of a ghostly or maybe corpse-like woman who appeared each night looking just like their Zelda. "No matter the era, it seems, people can't resist sharing a good ghost story. "A bit like how there have been eyewitness accounts of our Princess Zelda in the newspaper, even though she's missing… "Could our Zelda be a ghost too? No…of course not."

The actual translation:

"Of late have I heard it told a strange lady walks around the castle in dark of night. "She and princess Zelda seem as twins two, but this one has no light in her eyes—more as a dead thing than not. "When she is asked about these walks, princess Zelda of that been nothing remembered. "What monster, or spirit of darkness, be this vision? So afraid I am of my imaginings that I cannot sleep."

For the Hero's Sake

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Sith hire founding has Hyrule swich hardshippe ysene, but that is onli smale moment of time. "Mineru, the kynges elder suster, seyes of this kyngdom that hit ne mot nat awaren aye be ycaccht, nat evenforth fer futur. "Princesse Zelda tells hire that this futur be wrat alredi, that a champioun bith from the skie comen. "Bitwene the two, thei imaked to finden a wei this champioun in that distaunt time to ohelpen. "Her min treuthe, sogte thei to up-reisen the Temple of Time, into the skie to warden hit onyenes ivil. "Al dyden so in fer distaunt dai, our kingdom mighte be safed. "In min herte y woot y helpen mot, ond y asked of Mineru, canst yow devyse the menes to upreisen in the skie thaes stane. "Min wordes iseie nat enow, but thei thaes memorie safen, of the roial familie, heigh in the skie for that future time."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"That one is all about the feats that Zelda performed for the sake of the hero. "The details are unclear, but essentially, the chamberlain trusted in Mineru and Zelda's predictions and wanted to help. "She put forth the suggestion to Mineru to build a mechanism that could make her stone tablets float in the sky. "Which I take it are the very tablets you found, Link? But it doesn't end there. "If my translation is correct, it suggests that their Zelda worked with Mineru to raise the Temple of Time into the sky! "The idea of the Temple of Time—a grand edifice built in that ancient era—being lifted to the skies to await a hero… "Although given the appearaance of the sky islands after the Upheaval, perhaps it's not so far-fetched as it seems. "What must it have been like for the chamberlain to live through such miraculous times?"

The actual translation:

"Since her founding has Hyrule such hardship seen, but that is only small moment of time. "Mineru, the king's elder sister, says of this kingdom that it nay may not aware it be caught, not even for the far future. "Princess Zelda tells her that this future be wrought already, that a champion be from the sky comes. "Between the two, they made to find a way this champion in that distant time to help. "Her my truth, sought they to up-risen the Temple of Time, into the sky to ward it against evil. "All done so in far distant day, our kingdom might be saved. "In my heart I want to help more, and I asked of Mineru, can you devise the means to uprisen in the sky these stones. "My words I see not now, but they these memories safe, of the royal family, high in the sky for that future time."

The Day the Land Rose

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Swich wondrous sight y hav bihelden that ne con hit nat justil be described. "The Temple of Time y sawe, ond al londe yheld it, reisen to the skie, both ferful ond majestatic. "As princesse Zelda itold mi, in fer distaunt future comes a champioun to that place, the hope that Hyrule safen. "For that champioun be hit that y thes grete stane inscriben. "The kynges elder suster, Mineru, sendes nou thes stane to the skie, that the champioun mought hem ireden."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"This is an eyewitness account of the day the Temple of Time floated into the sky. "It's a landmark discovery for the history of Hyrule. It may be one of the top 10 most important discoveries of all time! "Even among all the breathtaking displays of power we knew of from the era, to raise the land and its buildings into the sky… "That was a feat impressive even to those accustomed to wonders. You can tell as much from this account. "Zelda predicted that a hero would appear in the land they raised into the sky and that he would save Hyrule. "The chamberlain took this on faith and wanted to know how she could help. "So she inscribed these records on the stone tablets that Mineru sent into the sky. "Give me a moment. I need to view these accounts as a historian and not get so swept up in personal sentiments…"

The actual translation:

"Such wonderous sight I have beheld that nay can it not just be described. "The Temple of Time I saw, and all land held it, risen to the sky, both fearful and majestic. "As princess Zelda told me, in far distant future comes a champion to that place, the hope that Hyrule is safe. "For that champion be it that I these great stones inscribe. "The king's elder sister, Mineru, sends now these stones to the sky, that the champion might him read."

A Parting Resolve

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Rauru, Hyrules kyng. Sonia, hir quen. His elder suster, Mineru. Ond eek princesse Zelda. "Al whom y served, ond loved. Al whom thurghhon. Alon kerv y thes wordes upon this stan. "This stan, ond al thritene, serven als roial families recorde, min werk final, ful-wroht for al age. "Mani the mark made bi thes much biloved peples—som eth-sene, som unsene. "Whan y make remembraunce of hir markes, fele y flaume of hope, though ful small, within mi. "Hit be als though thes markes som graunt design describen. "I ne con nat met princesse Zelda hir lov for hir londe. What mor than, ask y, can y do for Hyrules peples. "Let min lyf lede mi fro hennes-forth an answere ful-worthi to this questioun."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"It seems this is the last of the records. "The royals whom the chamberlain served so faithfully were gone, one by one… "It's heartrending to read. Her pain comes across so clearly in her words. "What's less clear from these entries is the cause of all these partings… "Well, each new mystery is an opportunity to do more research. If I keep digging, someday I'll unravel it."

The actual translation:

"Rauru, Hyrule's king. Sonia, her queen. His elder sister, Mineru. And the princess Zelda. "All whom I served, and loved. All whom they're gone. Alone carve I these words upon this stone. "This stone, and all thirteen, serve as royal family's record, my work final, full-wrought for all ages. "Many the mark made by these much beloved peoples—some as seen, some unseen. "When I make remembrance of her marks, feel I a flame of hope, though full small, within me. "It be as though these mark some grand design described. "I nay can not meet princess Zelda her love for her land. What more than, ask I, can I do for Hyrule's peoples. "Let my life lead me for hence-forth an answer full-worthy to this question."

And that is all thirteen slabs translated.

¹ "Eck" has no apparent equivalent, but can be guessed to mean "with" from context.

² "Laudation" might not be correct; failing to translate "lausion" in English, I turned my switch to French mode, and the word that took its place was "admiration." "Laudation" was the closest related word with similar letters.

#loz #zelda #totk #totk spoilers #this is mostly because i got annoyed with all the conjecture wortsworth started talking about #he...very much misreads a few of these #and like. it doesn't technically take anything from the story NOT to know what's being said #but i think it adds so much more to know the chamberlain's personality #also a disclaimer: there may be translation errors #the chamberlain's writing is inconsistent (understandable; it looks as if she was struggling with literacy)#also she really thought everyone would forget that mineru was the king's sister huh #not once does she just bring up mineru without following it up with that fact #long post

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hii bae i wanted to request one for kylian where the reader is ney’s little sister & is having a thing w kylian but kylian kind of sees her as a naive girl but on the other hand the reader is in love w him & then ney saying i told you so abt kylian’s players behavior . something like tht!! (smut/angst) tysm💞💞💞

I TOLD YOU SO [I] | NJ, KM

Summary: above

Genre: smut/angst (Kylian), fluff (Neymar)

Pairings: reader x fuckboy Kylian, reader x big brother Neymar

"Fuck, you're so wet for me already", Kylian murmured in between the sloppy kisses he left on your neck, softly stroking your clit with his finger, "And I didn’t even do anything yet." You let out a low moan as you bucked up your hip, letting him know you wanted more of him. He grinned at your action. "Patience bébé." His response made you whimper. You bit your bottom lip and looked at him, your eyes full of desire and frustration. "Please", you whined, Kylians smile got even bigger. His hands went up and down your thighs as he placed himself between your legs, his eyes got darker in lust watching you literally melt under his touch. "Oh God", you quietly moaned the moment his thumb was softly circling on your clit again. "You really want me, don’t you? You really need my cock inside that sweet tight pussy of yours, hm?", he gritted his teeth, his voice getting deeper with every word. You positively hummed in response. "Show me", Kylian demanded, giving your throbbing cunt a light slap that made you flinch shortly. With one hand pounding on his dick, two of his fingers slowly slid into your entrance. You threw your head back onto the pillow in pleasure, but you’ve decided you had enough of foreplay, you needed him to go all in now. "Fuck me Kylian, please, fuck me", you groaned out. The movements of his fingers increased in pace. "More! Tell me how bad you want me, tell me what you need me to do."

"Please Kylian, fuck my little pussy, please… oh fuck, fuck me", you could barely speak as his fingers kept on going faster inside of you. He took his fingers out, all covered in your juice, and stroked your lips. Instinctively you started sucking on his fingers, twirling your tongue all around them when you realised he started teasing your entrance with his length. He watched you sucking and listened to your joyous moans that made him slowly go crazy. His dick slid up and down your soaked entrance, but just when he was about to finally put the tip inside, your phone binged. You shook your head, letting him know you wanted him to carry on. He tenderly thrusted into you, giving you time to adjust. You rolled your eyes back in delight. Bing. Kylian overheard your phone due to your whimpering and started thrusting in and out of you in a leisurely pace. He went down to kiss your neck again, his hips fastening their motions. You received countless messages, your phone binging with each one of them. The two of you tried to ignore the disturbing noise, at least until you got the second call. "Maybe you should check it", Kylian suggested when he pulled away from your body. "Whatever it is, it can wait", you insisted and lifted yourself in order to crash your lips onto his again, but then you got another call. "Just check it Y/N, what if it’s something important?" He dropped his body next to yours. You groaned in annoyance and took your phone to simply switch it off, when you saw it was your brother who was spamming you.

Neymar: Onde você está? (Where are you?)

Neymar: You said you’d be home by 10, it’s almost 1am now Y/N

Neymar: What are you doing?

Neymar: Don’t say you are where I think you are

Neymar: I'm coming to pick you up now, I don’t care

Neymar: Get out of there, I'm already here

"Shit", you exclaimed and jumped out of the bed. Kylian looked at you questioning your sudden mood change. You quickly picked up your clothes from the floor and put them on while you explained yourself, "Ney's here. I need to go now."

"Why are you even telling him about being with me? I think he’s uncomfortable enough knowing about his best friend and little sister getting it on. He doesn’t need to know when exactly it happens."

"I didn’t tell him anything, Ky. But I guess he’s clever enough to figure out what I'm doing if I'm too busy to answer my phone in the middle of the night." Kylian shrugged, taking his eyes off you as he started scrolling through his phone. "By the way, what are you doing next Saturday?", you asked. It was your birthday and the only person you really wanted to be there was the one you haven’t invited so far. "I don’t know yet", he replied. Just when you were about to finally to ask him to come over, he cut you off, "Ah yeah, I totally forgot, I'm going on a date." You froze. "A date?" He nodded, his eyes not leaving his phones screen. You could literally feel your heart skipping some beats. "Who’s the lucky girl?", you smiled, trying to hide the fact you were hurt on the inside. Kylian stuttered inaudibly until he admitted, "I don’t even remember her name right now. Some instagram model." You gulped. Of course it had to be a model. The Kylian Mbappé wouldn’t settle for less than the best, right? "Alright, have fun at your date then. See you", you said and were about to leave the bedroom. "Wait, when are you coming over next time?"

Never. "I don’t know. Got a lot to do next week." "Okay, just give me a call if you feel like it". Storming out of his apartment, you bursted out in tears. You tried to wipe them away, you didn’t want your brother to see you like that, but they kept on streaming down your face without ending.

Neymar has warned you about Kylian not looking for anything serious, he told you about the girls he was talking to, but you’ve always been hopeful that one day Kylian would realise that you were what he has always been looking for. You thought he would develop feelings for you as well. This thing you had has been going on for a while now, but you’ve never heard of him going out with someone else. Him being on a date with another woman than you, touching her the way he touched you. These thoughts where enough to drive you insane.

"Meu Deus, I won’t pretend like I don’t know what you and Kylian are doing, but you could’ve at least wiped away your tears and the mascara all over your face", Neymar complained and started the engine when you finally got into the car. He noticed your heavy breathing and looked up at you again. "Y/N, are you okay?", he asked realising more tears were filling your eyes. "What happened?" His hands let go of the wheel, one of them was placed onto your shoulder now. You shook your head and swallowed hard. "I'm so stupid, I'm so fucking stupid", you mumbled to yourself and broke down, unable to hold back your emotions. Neymar pulled you closer and softly stroked the back of your head as you hid your face in his chest. "I'm so sorry Ney, you were absolutely right. I was so naive for thinking he could actually like me", you sobbed. Neymar didn’t say anything. He quickly pecked the top of your head as he continued to stroke the back of it. There was nothing worse in the world for him than seeing his little sister in such a state.

When you felt like you were all cried out, you freed yourself from his embrace and took a last deep breath. "I asked him about his plans for the next weekend since I wanted him to be there at the party", you ironically laughed, Neymar was mindfully listening, "He doesn’t even seem to remember it’s my birthday. He’s going on a date." You shook your head in disbelief. "What did I do for his birthday last year? I threw a fucking surprise party, I had all his family and friends coming over. And this is his way of thanking me? Not even remembering my birthday, if he even ever knew it at all." Neymar remained silent for a moment. "Y/N…", he started, but you instantly cut him off. "Eu sei Ney, eu sei (I know). You told me so, I should’ve listened to you, blah blah blah. Can we please not do this right now?" With his lips in a thin line, he simply nodded and grabbed your hand. "Just know I would never stop you from doing anything if it was good for you. I love you. You can not imagine how it pains me to see my little sister crying over a fucking guy. God, if you only knew what I’d like to do to that damn shitface right now."

"Stop Ney, it wouldn’t change anything about the situation", you sniffed. Neymar lowly chuckled, receiving a confused look from you. "The Frog King gone wrong", he said. You scoffed, but didn’t quite get what he was talking about. "What?" He started laughing even harder. "Come on Y/N, look at him. Don’t you think you could do much better?" You slightly pushed his shoulder, "Don’t be so rude Ney." The two of you quietly laughed until you looked over at him, then dropping your head onto his shoulder. "Thank you for always being there for me. I love you." "I love you too minha pequena (my little one)."

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Demon-to-Demon Ch.3/5: Ha//zbin Ho/tel

Warnings: Contagion and mess (a lot more mess this time)

Word count: 3,763

Chapter 3 is finally finished! Two more to go (at least). I love the idea of Al/ast/or losing his inhibitions when he's feverish, I just think it'd be neat, so that's explored a bit in this chapter. This is kind of a chill interlude in between the "plot", I'm excited because next chapter I get to write Ro/sie... anyways, I hope you enjoy! ^^

“SnFf! Good Mbordi’g Pentagramb City- SnFF!- I’b Katie Killjoyy-Yiihh’Shewww! Ih’kshew!... bringi’g you your day seven update on what experts are calli’g ‘The Red Spread’... the mbysterious viral infectio’d has infected about 78% of the city, with no sign of stoppi’g… more on the spread when we return!”

“Can’t believe they’re still mbakin’ Killjoy work while she’s sick- snff!” Angel remarked from his spot on the sofa, massaging his sinuses with his fingertips.

“I can’t believe that more than three quarters of the Pentagram have got whatever the hell this is,” Husk added, scrubbing the underside of his nose with the back of his hand.

“Do we hafta watch the news every morning?” Niffty groaned from her nest of blankets on the floor in front of the sofa, “They’re showing a five hour marathon of beheading footage in thirty minutes.”

Husk rolled his eyes, “You kndow the rules- snff- we cast a vote every time we flip channels, you want the executioner network to win, you gotta make a solid argument,” he explained from his position draped across Angel’s lap, his eyes irritated and watery from the congestion packed into his head with noplace to go.

“That’s no fair, Alastor’s vote shouldn’t count, he doesn’t even know what’s going on!” Niffty argued, folding her arms.

“He does- HrR’SCHOOO!... Fuck!- He does, watch,” Husk argued back, snapping his fingers to get Alastor’s attention from his dazed position in his armchair, “Alastor…Earth to Alastor!”

Alastor redirected a glassy eye in Husk’s direction, feverish blotches on both of his cheeks, “Hmm?” he asked, rubbing his nose with his handkerchief.

“Next flip, what’re you voting for?” Husk asked, smiling as he watched Alastor thinking in real time, the metaphorical cogs in his head overheated and sticky.

Alastor sniffled, staring at Husk for a moment, “Uhb… snfF!...He-eh’KSHIEW! Hhn’Kxxhht!... what were we talki’g about again?” he asked, blowing his nose.

“We’re changin’ the channel, Smiles, whadda you wanna watch?” Angel asked, pulling a thermometer off of the arm of the sofa and sliding it under his tongue.

Alastor blinked, “Ndature documentaries,” he giggled deliriously, scrubbing under his nostrils with a single finger in an attempt to snuff out a tickle in his sinuses that was threatening to morph into a sneezing fit, “The really gruesombe ondes- snrk!”

“See? He’s-” Husk paused to cough, “-perfectly conscious, isn’t that right, Alastor?” he asked.

“What’s right?” Alastor asked, blowing his nose again, “Ehhh’TShewww! Heh’KSHEW! Heh’tschiewww! Hh’Ktshhiew!”

“Don’t worry about it,” Husk laughed, his laugh quickly turning into a harsh, raspy cough, “Fuck, that hurts.”

Angel reached over, rubbing Husk’s chest and attempting to quell the rumble of congestion in his lungs with a few pats, “Mmph,” he hummed in consolation, pulling the thermometer out when it began to beep.

“Thanks,” Husk replied breathlessly, attempting to shoot a glance at the thermometer, “What’s the verdict?”

Angel sighed, massaging his temples, “I’ve stih…h-hihh…Ih-A’KSHHHEW! ‘Kshhew! ‘KSCHUHHH!” he said, nearly folding in half from his sneezing fit, “Still got a fever… damn thi’g won’t budge… 102.”

Husk sighed, “Damn shame… mby turn, hand it over,” he said, taking the thermometer and sliding it under his tongue, purring as he patiently waited for it to beep, “102.”

“My turn! My turn!” Niffty exclaimed from her nest of blankets, getting a hold of the thermometer and holding it under her tongue, squinting at the reading on the small screen with her eye, “101.”

“Space Cadet, wakey-wakey- snff!- your turn to check your temperature,” Angel croaked from his spot on the sofa, flicking a bottle cap at Alastor to snap him out of his febrile trance.

“Hmm? Wha? Oh…” Alastor mumbled, wincing as he placed the ear thermometer into his left ear, shooting a quick glance at the viewing window after it beeped, “103 and- snff!...hH’KZzschiewww!- seven tenths.”

Angel and Husk shot one another a knowing look, but shortly after, Angel hugged Husk tightly, shivering in his loose tank top and baggy pajama shorts.

“I’mb so fucking cold… dammit…” Angel whispered, his teeth chattering as he nuzzled up close to Husk, “You’re such a good radiator, but I’mb still freezi’g…Snfff-snff!”

“That’s cause you aren’t actually cold,” Husk replied, feeling the heat radiating from Angel’s body, “It’s just the fever.”

“This is bullshit,” Angel complained, folding his arms before going back to cuddling Husk, flipping channels until a boring rerun of a reality TV show came on.

“Hi guys,” Charlie greeted upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, Vaggie following close behind with KeeKee in her arms, “Feeling any better?”

Angel blew his “nose” into a tissue, tossing the soggy paper into the trash can next to the sofa, “Nope,” he replied, massaging his sinuses with his fingertips, “Huhh…H-hah…Ah… AH’TSHHHIEWW! Ah’kShewww! HAH’KSCHIEWWW!”

Husk and Niffty shook their heads in silence.

Alastor rubbed his eyes with both fists, before blinking drowsily in Charlie’s direction and greeting her with an eager wave, giggling, “When I hold mby hand in front of you, you disappear,” he chuckled, turning to smother a barking cough into his sleeve.

Charlie winced, shooting Husk a knowing look, “Fever?”

“Fever,” Husk replied.

“It’s kickin’ his ass, watch this,” Angel said, struggling to contain his hoarse laughter, “Alastor, shut your eyes.”

Alastor complied.

“What color are your pants?” Angel asked, watching Alastor tilt his head down to look at his maroon flannel pajama pants, but still holding his eyes shut.

“Black?” Alastor replied, feeling around in his man-made darkness for his pajama pants, “Black.”

“Oh my gosh,” Charlie chuckled, gently scratching behind Alastor’s ears, “Open your eyes, Alastor.”

Alastor complied, swaying in his armchair until he saw KeeKee strolling past, scooping her into his arms and nuzzling his face against her soft fur, “So soft,” he whispered.

“Honestly, I’d say to stop toying with Alastor while he’s delirious, but being able to fuck with one of the Pentagram’s cruelest overlords with no consequences is kinda sweet,” Vaggie said, trying not to laugh as she walked over to Alastor’s armchair and poked his nose.

“Hh’Kzzhshttt! HH’KShheww! HH’KSHHHEW! Hnk’TSHHIEW!...Hh’KSzxhhtt!” Alastor held up a hand in front of his nose and mouth, nearly paralyzed by the sudden fit, his eyes beginning to water, “Snfff! Snff-SNFF! Uch…”

Vaggie struggled to contain her amusement until Alastor loudly blew his nose into his handkerchief, the wetness of the sound making her wince from disgust, “That’s so gross…” she whispered.

Alastor brushed off Vaggie’s comment with the flick of a stuffy ear, readjusting himself in his seat and pulling his blanket tighter around his shoulders, “Well excuse mbe,” he scoffed, pinching the friction-reddened underside of his nose between two fingers in an attempt to stifle a second sneezing fit, “Hh’ktshh! Hhn’ktsh! Hh’kzhht! HHN’kshh!”

“Bless you,” Charlie said, “Hopefully you guys will start feeling better soon, this thing can’t last that long.”

“I hope so,” Husk sighed, “I mbiss breathin’ through mby ndose.”

Husk’s garbled consonants made Charlie wince.

“I wish there was something I could do to help,” Charlie sighed, leaning against the back of the sofa.

“Oh! I know! I know! I can help!” Niffty cheered, turning to cough into her elbow after raising her voice strained her sore throat, “I used to do this all the time when I was alive! Be right back!”

Before Charlie could open her mouth to object, Niffty had vanished into the kitchen and returned with four mugs and three medium-sized towels, each of the mugs releasing tendrils of steam into the air.

“I’d get bags of tea that weren’t really good to drink but smelled really strong, and I’d make a cup, and put the towel over my head to breathe in the steam, it works great!” Niffty explained, returning to the comfort of her blanket nest with her own mug of hot tea, electing to sip from it instead.

Husk shrugged, “I’ll try adythi’g ondce..snrkk!” he croaked, pulling the towel over his head and holding the mug of fragrant tea close to his face as he became surrounded by steam.

Angel followed Husk’s lead, hoping to relieve the massive backup in his puffy sinuses.

Alastor silently followed suit, rolling his eyes briefly when the towel snagged on his antlers, forcing him to neaten it out.

A few minutes passed, and Charlie- who had left the room to feed Fat Nuggets and KeeKee- returned to her spot leaning against the back of the sofa, “So… how do you know if it works?” she asked.

“You’ll see,” Niffty replied, swallowing the last sip of her tea and lying down on her side to relax in her pile of blankets, smothering a cough into her wrist and listening to Angel, Husk, and Alastor’s sniffles as they grew looser and looser.

“HrR’SCHHUHHH! Huh’KSHOOO! Hh’TSHHHOO! Huh’TSCHOO! Hnk’TCHOO! HUH’KSHHHUHH! Hnk’TSHHHEW!” Husk sneezed, each sneeze growing wetter and wetter as the congestion in his sinuses got looser.

“Heh’Kshhhew! Hnk’SHHHEW! Hnk’Tshhiew! HEH’KXHHT! Hnk’TSHH! Heh’TSHHIEW! Hnk’TshhhiEW! He-Eh’kshhhiewww!” Alastor followed suit, struggling to catch his breath between sneezes from underneath the towel.

“A-ahh…H-hah…HAH’TSHIEW! Hah’tshew! Hah’kshhiew! Ah’kshhieww! Hah’TshhhiEW! Ah…AH’KTSHHHIEW!” Angel sneezed.

“Ohhhh, that’s how,” Charlie said with an amused smile.

Husk peeled off his towel to reveal his flushed face, damp fur, and the continuous trail of watery mess trickling from his adorable feline nose, a trail that he attempted to stop with a few watery sniffles, to no avail.

“Holy shit,” Husk muttered, his voice hoarse from the sneezing fit scraping his raw throat, as he dragged the back of his hand under his nostrils, “That felt great, I can breathe…but I can’t stop sne-eezing-Hnk’Tshoo! Hnk’Tschuhh!”

“Bless you,” Charlie giggled, plucking two tissues out of the box on the arm of the sofa and handing them to Husk, who in turn used them to wipe off his hands and the underside of his nose before soaking the tissues with one gurgling blow, “Jeez, you were really stuffed up.”

“Not anymore, shit,” Husk said with a relieved sigh, wrapping a finger in a few tissues and gently cleaning the inside of his fluffy ears, “Even cleaned out my ears.”

“It can get in your ears?!” Charlie inquired, leaning over the sofa and staring at Husk’s ears intently as they twitched.

“Mmhm, it’s why I’m damn lucky I don’t have any… a-ah…AH’KTSHEW! Ah’kshhew! Ah’kshhiew!...” Angel commented, pulling off his towel and finger-combing his moisture-dampened locks to fluff them back up, wincing at the spray coating the fur on his hands, “Euch… I need a shower after that.”

Angel stood up, swaying a bit on his feet, “I’ll be right ba-ah…a-AH’KSHHIEW! ‘Kshhew! ‘KSHEW!...snff! I’ll be right back…” he said, cautiously wandering up the steps and disappearing down a hallway.

Alastor’s watery sniffling and frustrated grunts made Husk and Charlie turn to face him, the towel still draped over his head.

“Hh’KZXHHT! Hhnk’Tshhiew! Hhk’TSHHIEW! Heh’KSHEWW! Hhn’KzZsschiew!” Alastor’s sneezing continued, his desperate gasps in between fits riddled with the low rumble of congestion in his lungs.

“Uhm… Alastor, you can take it off if the smell is too much,” Charlie proposed, watching The Radio Demon doubled over in his chair, completely at the mercy of his sinuses.

“I ca-ahh.. Hh’KSCHIEW! Hhn’KSHHUH!... they’re st-uhh… s-stuck on my aahn- HEH’KSHHIEW! Heh’KSHewww!- antlers,” Alastor struggled, punctuating his sentence with a productive-sounding cough, his voice dripping with frustration and embarrassment at his current predicament.

‘Brilliant, Alastor, just brilliant, you’re writhing like a simple-minded cat with its head stuck in a paper bag’

Charlie reached over, pulling the towel off of Alastor’s head, gently pulling away the segments of towel caught on his antlers, “There we go,” she said, smiling at her triumph.

Alastor opened his mouth to utter his reluctant thanks, but quickly held a miraculously-clean handkerchief to his mouth instead, coughing as the crackling congestion in his chest inched its way up his throat. His fever-warm cheeks burned red-hot with embarrassment as he spat something into the red cloth before leaning back into his armchair to catch his breath.

“That sounded…uhh…” Charlie began, wringing her hands and sheepishly looking away out of disgust.

“Nasty,” Husk practically gagged.

“I second that!” Vaggie called from the other room.

“Cool! I wanna see, Alastor, lemme see!” Niffty pleaded, speed-crawling over to Alastor’s feet and sneaking a peek of the soiled handkerchief, “Woah…”

“That’s quite enough,” Alastor scoffed, silencing another wet cough behind clenched teeth, “I’m fine… I’d prefer if we could pretend that didn’t happen.”

Husk blinked, noticing the stiffness in Alastor’s smile and the embarrassment in his watery eyes, shooting his boss a knowing smirk, “I think somebody’s fever finally went down,” he chuckled, “Don’t worry, boss, you didn’t do anything too embarrassing.”

“I can strangle you to death with one hand, and I will not hesitate to do so,” Alastor hissed, still struggling to fight back his cough, eventually relenting and holding his handkerchief back up to his mouth.

“Think you’re a bit too busy stranglin’ yourself,” Husk teased, knowing that Alastor’s coughing fit would keep him from reacting violently to Husk’s sass.

Alastor spat another load of sputum into his handkerchief and took a desperate inhale, a relieved grin flashing on his face when said inhale wasn’t accompanied by a crackle of more congestion, “I’m finished,” he panted, squeezing his soiled handkerchief in one hand as it vanished into the ether by way of its own shadow.

Charlie leaned over and quietly popped the thermometer into Alastor’s ear, getting a quick reading, and pulling it away, “102, it did go down! Are you feeling any better?” she asked.

“Quite the opposite, actually,” Alastor grumbled, running a clean handkerchief under his nose to wipe away the mess from his sneezing fit, “Especially since I’m in my right mind again.”

“Damn shame,” Husk laughed from his spot on the sofa, ducking when Alastor threw his miraculously-empty mug at Husk’s head.

“This is humiliating,” Alastor grumbled, covering his eyes with both hands and rolling onto his side in his armchair, pulling his blanket tighter around his frame.

“Y’know, Alastor, maybe you’d be more comfortable if you had room to stretch your legs,” Charlie offered, “Since Cherri’s not here, you could take the loveseat on the opposite side and Niffty could take the armchair.”

“I’m perfectly fine where I am, thank you,” Alastor replied, trying and failing to suppress a shiver.

“Are you sure?” Charlie asked, shooting Alastor a compassionate smile, which finally got him to relent.

“If you insist,” Alastor sighed, getting out of his chair and walking over to the loveseat on the opposite side of the sofa , lying down and completely wrapping his body in his blanket.

“There you go, doesn’t that feel better?” Charlie asked, draping a second blanket over Alastor’s reclined form.

“Only physically,” Alastor replied, his teeth chattering slightly as he struggled to conceal the pain in his eyes, “Thank you.”

“No problem… are you okay?” Charlie asked as she watched Alastor continue to shiver in spite of the blankets.

Alastor’s shivering calmed down, and his eyes noticeably glazed over again, looking glassy and distant as his gaze lost focus and his smile became more toothless and dopey. Charlie noticed the deep flush in Alastor’s cheeks, his heavy breathing, and the sweat trickling down his face from his hairline.

“I’m fine… Hh’Kshew!...pardon me,” Alastor mumbled, readjusting himself under his blankets. The Radio Demon stared at Charlie for a moment, scanning her with his glossy eyes before shooting her a puzzling smile, “Your hair is so pretty… it’s like a tied up hay bale…” he giggled.

“Oh… thank you?” Charlie replied, raising an eyebrow and cautiously reaching down to press the back of her hand against Alastor’s forehead.

“Aaaand he’s gone again,” Husk announced, “That didn’t last long.”

“He’s burning up… I didn’t expect his fever to go back up so fast,” Charlie said, overwhelmed with concern as she took Alastor’s temperature with the ear thermometer, “104… I’m going to go see if we have some medicine somewhere.”

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t roll off the loveseat and hurt himself ‘till you get back,” Husk said, turning away briefly to blow his nose before focusing his attention on Alastor’s relaxed but loopy form.

“Thank you,” Charlie replied, leaving the room and leaving Husk alone with his fever-plagued boss. Niffty was still in the parlor, but she had fallen asleep after cozying up in her nest of blankets, and snored quietly on the floor, meaning that Husk had no one but Alastor to talk to.

“Husker,” Alastor said in an almost teasing voice, shooting Husk a drowsy grin and staring at him with his glassy, vacant eyes.

“What is it?” Husk asked, twitching his sensitive nose in an attempt to stave off a sneeze, “HRR’SCHUHH!”

“H..-Hihh… How can you tell when an octopus egg is h-hahh…hatching?” Alastor asked, punctuating his sentence with a damp sniffle, wiping his irritated nose off with his handkerchief.

“I dunno Alastor, how?” Husk sighed, rolling his eyes.

“It starts Kraken…Hih’SHHHEW! Uch… Excuse mbe…snff!” Alastor said, laughing at his own horrible joke until his boisterous laughter turned into a hoarse cough.

“We’re not doin’ this, I’m not listenin’ to your stupid jokes,” Husk scoffed.

“Ohh, that’s no fair, I had so mbany I was ready to try out- Hih’KSHHEW! Hih’kshhiew!” Alastor complained, blowing his nose.

“Try ‘em out on Niffty when she wakes up,” Husk scoffed, smiling upon seeing Angel enter the parlor, now wearing a pair of pink velour pajamas adorned with black hearts and flowers, “How was your shower?”

“Great,” Angel sighed, collapsing onto the sofa and letting Husk settle back in his lap, “Steam really does the trick when you’re plugged up- snff… it’s incredible.”

“Glad it helped,” Husk replied softly, running his fingers through Angel’s clean fur.

“Husker,”

Husk rolled his eyes, “What is it now?”

“Mby throat hurts,” Alastor said, his watery eyes looking genuinely vulnerable… almost pitiful as he spoke.

“Mine does too, suck it up, maybe if you stopped runnin’ your mouth it wouldn’t hurt so much,” Husk said coldly, hurriedly holding a hand to his mouth to cover a violent cough and sighing with relief when Angel’s smooth hands began to rub his chest.

Alastor nodded, lying down in silence on the loveseat and sniffling occasionally, curling in on himself and clutching desperately at his blankets. His chapped, shiny nose and feverish cheeks looked aggressively dark compared to his hypersensitive, sweat-covered, and unnaturally pale skin, and the tears brimming in his glazed-over watery eyes overflowed, running down his cheeks.

‘I can’t believe you, we look ridiculous, pull yourself together…’

Alastor shuddered, whimpering quietly as his limbs ached and a violent pain radiated behind his eyes, cursing the razor-sharpness of his teeth that made them impossible to gnash and grind when he was in pain.

‘I can’t… I can’t control it… I’m so tired, and hot… and achy,’

Alastor’s frustrated thoughts only made the hot tears on his cheeks run faster as he attempted to hide them with a damp sniffle, to no avail. He simply shut his eyes and resigned himself to his fate.

“Oh my god,” Angel whispered, staring in awe at The Radio Demon’s hushed crying from the other side of the coffee table.

“He’s completely out of his mind, he’d jump out a window before he let anyone see him like this,” Husk muttered.

“I know this ain’t the point, but your raspy voice is kinda sexy,” Angel whispered back, snickering when Husk playfully punched him in the arm, “Okay, I earned that one.”

“Alright, it took a bit of digging, but I found some medicine-” Charlie paused upon re-entering the parlor, staring at Alastor’s shaking form and listening to his whimpering sobs, “-I’m sorry… is he?”

Angel and Husk nodded in silence.

Charlie gently pulled on one of Alastor’s ears, her heart dropping into her stomach when the gesture made Alastor let out a pained whine, before gently sticking the ear thermometer into the sensitive canal, “105…shit, why is this hitting him so hard?” she asked.

“I mean, all four of us feel like absolute shit… but Boss was always real skittish and secretive about germs…HUH’KshOO! Hh’KSHEWW!...fuck- SnFF!- might be kickin’ his ass cause he’s never been sick before, or at least not this sick,” Husk attempted to explain, dragging the back of his wrist under his nose before Angel handed him a tissue, “Thanks.”

“That makes sense… but it’s almost scary seeing him like this… Alastor? Alastor, wake up,” Charlie said, gently shaking Alastor to get his attention before pulling him into an upright position, “I’ve got something that should make your fever go down, okay?”

Alastor nodded, reaching out and cupping Charlie’s face in his left hand, stroking her cheek with his thumb as his ears twitched, “Charlie?” he asked, the vacant look in his red eyes making Charlie chew anxiously on her tongue, he looked awful.

“Yes, it’s me… can you see me?” Charlie asked, waving a hand in front of Alastor’s glassy eyes, her stomach twisting in knots when Alastor’s pupils didn’t follow her movement.

“Mhm,” Alastor nodded, turning away from Charlie to muffle a fit of barking coughs into his handkerchief, “I think so.”

“Okay, here, I’m going to pour the medicine for you, and you can take it when you’re ready,” Charlie said, pouring a dose of green fever reducer into the plastic measuring cup and handing it to Alastor, who surprisingly knocked it back almost immediately, licking his lips and flashing Charlie another delirious smile.

“It tastes like apples,” Alastor said, giggling as he flopped back into a reclined position, doubling over when his laughter quickly devolved into another coughing fit.

“I’m glad it tastes good, hopefully this makes you feel better,” Charlie said, gently massaging the back of Alastor’s head with her fingertips and turning to face Angel and Husk, “You guys want some?”

“I’m fine, I’ll let this shit take its course,” Husk replied, Angel nodding in agreement, “I’m goin’ to sleep.”

“Me too, Niffty’s got the right idea,” Angel sighed, getting comfortable on the sofa and uncrossing his legs, dozing off with Husk sleepily purring on top of him.

“Thank you, Charlie,” Alastor said, his voice a hoarse whisper, “I hope you don’t catch thi-ihh… Hih’kshew! Hih’kshiew!...this…snff-snff!”

“Of course,” Charlie replied, “I think I’ll be okay… you should rest… hopefully the medicine brings your fever down.”

Alastor yawned, lowering his eyelids and cozying up to his pillow, his congested snoring joining the noisy snores of Angel, Husk, and Niffty as Charlie brushed his hair away from his forehead.

“They’ll be better soon, it’ll be okay,” Charlie said to herself, getting one last look at her sickly friends before leaving the room to go chat with Vaggie, turning off the lights and lowering the volume on the TV before she tip-toed out of the parlor, leaving the quartet of patients in comfortable quiet darkness.

#snz #snz fic #snz kink #illness kink #ha/zb/in ho/tel #gingey.rtf #Thank y'all so much for the support on this fic #I'm having so much fun writing again

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thatbiqth · 4 months

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COMO MEDITAR?/ HOW TO MEDITATE? ‎♡₊˚

a thread in English and Portuguese ! (translator was used, so there may be some grammatical errors)

Um evento canônico de qualquer pessoa é ter se deparado com a meditação em algum lugar, quando criança, por exemplo, é mostrado nos desenhos e filmes de forma totalmente estereotipada e cômica, onde você se senta no chão na posição de Lotus e fecha os olhos.

Mas agora você sendo shifter, não dualista ou praticando alguma lei deve ter escutado pessoas falando da importância da meditação, mas não sabe por onde começar, bem estou aqui para te ajudar!

Bem a resposta é simples, observe, não é um bicho de sete cabeças, observe.

"Mas como eu observo e o que é observar?"

Observar é como o nome já diz consiste em você observar os pensamentos do seu ego(seu corpo físico), pensamentos negativos, alguma lembrança, pensamentos positivos, basicamente tudo o que vier na sua cabeça, observe e não bloqueie.

"Mas eu estou pensando que não estou tendo resultado"

Caso surja um pensamento assim, observe silenciosamente e não faça nada, deixe com que esse pensamento suma sozinho e faça perguntas para si mesmo (irei fazer uma thread apenas falando sobre auto-indagação ou autoquestionamento).

No fim, meditar é mais simples do que você imagina e não é um monstro horroroso. Isso foi o jealous, math te ensinando cada vez mais, beijos💋

A canonical event of any person is having come across meditation somewhere, as a child, for example, it is shown in cartoons and films in a totally stereotypical and comical way, where you sit on the floor in the Lotus position and close your eyes .

But now, if you are a shifter, non-dualist or practicing some law, you must have heard people talking about the importance of meditation, but you don't know where to start, well I'm here to help you!

Well the answer is simple, observe, it's not a big deal, observe.

"But how do I observe and what is observing?"

Observing is, as the name suggests, consisting of you observing the thoughts of your ego (your physical body), negative thoughts, some memory, positive thoughts, basically everything that comes into your head, observe it and don't block it.

"But I'm thinking I'm not getting results"

If a thought like this arises, observe silently and do nothing, let that thought disappear on its own and ask yourself questions (I will make a thread just talking about self-inquiry or self-questioning).

In the end, meditating is simpler than you think and it's not a horrible monster. That was jealous, math teaching you more and more, kisses💋

#law of assumption #nondualism #loa #loassumption #loa blog #manifesting

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charlie-morningstar666 · 2 months

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*Striker looked around as he entered the hotel, he knew the other striker was doing what ever the fuck he was doing with blitz… but right now he was focused on finding his target, he was going to act smart for once in a while, gain the ducks trust then strike, simple, easy, a perfect plan.*

- @the-cowboy-of-wrath

*Charlie was doing her stuff, before she hears the door open*

I’ll be there in a sec……..ond…..

*Charlie looks shock, but quickly snap out of it and begins to walk to him. She was trying to stay positive and not seem skeptical about this*

H-..Hello Sir….what brings you here in the Hazbin hotel, today?

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coolvieilledentelle · 10 months

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VIRTUELLEMENT SENSIBLE...

Le virtuel peut ronger de l’intérieur. Il peut tuer à petit feu...

Sur la toile, on aime, on se « like » mutuellement, on se découvre... On s'aime et on se tue petit à petit... On exprime nos rêves, nos envies, nos angoisses, nos peurs... Mais isolés dans notre sphère réelle, on se retrouve seul !

Pas de réconfort, pas de regard tendre, ni de caresses. Il n'y a que les mots et leurs immenses pouvoirs. Les mots et les maux...

Face à nous mêmes, il n'y a que notre propre reflet dans ce miroir. Usés, fatigués par tant d'épreuves. Je suis las de tant de combats, les cernes se dessinent sur mon visage.

'' Je voudrais, j'aurais aimé '', ce sont des mots que nous écrivons tous. Sur cette toile, nous vidons ce que nous avons sur le cœur. Mais en déversant sur le web nos surplus de sentiments, nous oublions que nous éclaboussons les autres de nos ondes positives, négatives, de notre énergie.

Ces autres, ces « amis » si virtuels qu'ils soient que l'on voudrait rencontrer ou réconforter... Ils n'existent pas dans nos vies, mais ont une place dans nos cœurs... Ils sont là, on ne les réconforte pas comme on le voudrait, mais par la magie de nos échanges, on arrive un petit peu à améliorer leurs quotidiens !

Le désir d'établir des contacts est ancré dans la nature humaine. L'attirance est le fruit de notre chimie interne. Nous produisons des hormones qui créent l'intimité. Nous créons des ponts neuronaux qui relient, d'un cerveau à l'autre, d'un cœur à l'autre. Une fois formés, ces liens ne peuvent être rompus.

Nos cerveaux, nos systèmes nerveux tout entier sont conçus pour que nous tissions des liens profonds et durables... Briser ces connexions peut avoir de terribles conséquences...

Chaque jour, par nos partages, on arrive à dire à l'autre, qu'il soit proche ou qu'il soit loin : « Je suis là ! Et je pense à toi ! » « Ne lâche pas ! Tiens bon, courage, Je t'aime ! »

Mais le virtuel, possède également le pouvoir d'éloigner les cœurs... Un mot de plus, ou peut-être un mot de trop et c'est toute une phrase qui peut être lue dans un autre sens que celui que le cœur voulait exprimer, quiproquos, amalgames...

Tout s'enchaîne, tout doit aller vite, de plus en plus vite, nous ne prenons même plus le temps de vivre, à l'image de cette société aux profonds abîmes, aux valeurs oubliées. Et qui nous a conditionnés à ne plus penser par nous mêmes, qui nous a enseigné à privilégier le fast food émotionnel, l'avoir ayant pris le pas sur l'être, la surconsommation n'ayant d'égale que le paraître...

Alors le cœur triste et gros, le lien même par l'intangibilité du virtuel se brise. On clique sur le fatidique « supprimer » ! Mais même si virtuel qu'il soit, un lien du cœur reste égale à lui-même.

Le cœur n'arrive pas à faire la différence entre le réel et ce qu'il n'est pas. C'est l'aspect basique de l'humain...

Parfois, je sais que je suis perchée haut, que je peux sembler si solitaire ou provenir d'une autre planète. Je suis comme je suis, pragmatique, entière, authentique, unique et sincère.

Quand j'écris, je n'ai pas cette censure qui provient très souvent de la peur de ce que peuvent penser les autres. Mes mots sont « brut de cœur », sans artifice... Sans arrière pensée.

Mes mots ne sont que des mots qui proviennent du fond du cœur, avec une authenticité et une entièreté sans égales. Je sais que nous sommes loin, que peut-être, nous ne nous connaîtrons jamais.

Cependant si tu lis ces quelques mots amis Tumblr..MeWe..Facebook ou ami « liker »... Sache que je pense à toi... Que j'essaye à chaque instant d'avoir le cœur comme une jolie fleur, de m'ouvrir à ce monde si froid et à la fois si envoûtant mais il y a des moments qui me rappellent que je ne suis qu'une femme faite de chair et de sang, aussi imparfaite soit-elle.

Je ne suis pas parfaite, je n'aspire pas à le devenir, loin de là... Et heureusement !!!

Le virtuel ne dispense pas d'être vrai et authentique. Du virtuel... Au réel, Quand les mots touchent, au delà des touches...

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keeholover · 11 months

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☆ KEEHO NSFW ALPHABET;

Eu perdi a ask mas alguém pediu nsfw com keeho, não vi ngm fazendo um alphabet dele então eu fiz :)) desculpa a demora também.. Eu vi umas pessoas fazendo e senti vontade de fazer com ele, e com os outros membros tb, caso a criadora desse headcannon se incomodar e pedir que eu apague, eu apago. Sem problemas!

A | Aftercare (Cuidados Posteriores)

Nunca dorme antes de você, gosta de te dar banho, te deixar limpinha é confortável. Faz cafuné nos seus cabelos e se você quiser ficar conversando ao invés de dormir, então conversam. Mas sempre deixa que você durma primeiro, gosta de te ver dormindo.

B | Body Part (Parte do corpo favorita em você)

Com certeza sua bunda, ele ama sua bunda. Está sempre com a mão nela seja somente fazendo carinho ou apertando, dando tapinhas, ele ama.

C | Cum (Qualquer coisa relacionada à porra)

Não é do tipo que goza rápido durante a foda, mas quando você faz um boquete ele costuma ficar todo manhosinho e goza rápido.

D | Dirty Secret (Auto explicativo)

Tem muita vontade de foder você em frente a janela, mas nunca lhe contou isso.

E | Experience (Ele sabe o que está fazendo?)

Com certeza, keeho n teve a primeira experiência sexual com você, então ele sabe muito bem o que fazer, e faz bem hein!

F | Favourite Position (Posição favorita)

De quatro. Pois assim tem todo o acesso a sua bunda, para marcar com tapas ou apertoes.

G | Goofy (Ele é mais sério, ou bem humorado durante o ato?)

É sério, mas de vez em quando solta umas piadinhas que te fazem rir, pra deixar o clima mais leve.

H | Hair (Cabelo)

Sempre se depila, se importa muito com a depilação dele, mas não muito bom a sua. Gosta quando você está ao natural, te acha totalmente atraente dessa maneira.

I | Intimacy (O quão íntimo ele é no momento?)

Super íntimo, gosta de te dar elogios, te beija o tempo todo durante o ato. Pra vocês dois esse momento é um momento muito íntimo.

J | Jerk Off (Masturbação)

Não é muito de se masturbar, diz que prefere quando você faz isso por ele, pois você é a melhor nisso.

K | Kinks (Fetiches)

breeding kink!!!!!!

L | Location (Locais preferidos pra transar)

Todo lugar é lugar e toda hora é hora, seja onde for o lugar, se ele está com vontade e você também, vocês transam.

M | Motivation (O que o provoca, e o deixa excitado?)

Quando você usa vestidos colados e saias, quando você beija o pescoço dele, ou quando empina o bumbum, mesmo quando é desproposital.

N | No (Algo que ele não faria durante o sexo)

Te dar tapas no rosto, você sempre pede, diz que a deixa exitada, mas keeho nao faz pois tem muito medo de te machucar de alguma maneira.

O | Oral (Dar, ou receber?)

Dar. Ele ama estar com a cara no meio das suas pernas, ama te fazer relaxar te dando um belo de um oral, mas também gosta muito quando você retribui.

P | Pace (Ritmo)

Vocês têm uma vida sexual super ativa, então é todo dia.

Q | Quickie (Prefere rapidinhas, ou uma relação mais longa?)

Não curte muito rapidinhas. Prefere quando tem tempo, assim pode fazer tudo com mais calma e na visão dos dois, é mais prazeroso.

R | Risk (O quão experimental ele é em relação à coisas novas?)

Sempre está disposto a testar tudo que você sugere a ele.

S | Stamina (Quanto tempo ele dura?)

Não dura muito tempo quando é você que tá por cima, sentando.

T | Toys (Brinquedinhos)

Usa bastante vibradores durante o ato, pois sabe que você gosta. Curte um plug anal também, mas não usa muito.

U | Unfair (É sempre dar e receber, ou às vezes só receber?)

Dar, sem sombra de dúvidas. Keeho se importa muito mais com o seu prazer do que com o dele.

V | Volume (O quão alto ele é durante a relação?)

Não muito alto, sempre geme ao pé do seu ouvido, mas quando está perto do ápice ele geme um pouco mais alto e arrastado.

W | Wearing (O que ele gosta que você vista?)

Lingeries brancas, ele sempre compra várias de estilos diferentes pra você, diz que branco é a sua cor.

X | X-Ray (Tamanho)

Grande, bem grande. grosso e meio fortinho, mas é bonito.

Y | Yearning (O quão alto é o desejo sexual dele por você?)

MUITO alto. Por isso vocês têm uma vida sexual super ativa.

Z | Zzz (Quão rápido ele dorme pós sexo?)

Não muito rápido, prefere que você durma antes e aí sim ele dorme também.

#keeholover #p1h keeho #keeho te quero #keeho scenarios #keeho smut #p1harmony headcanons #p1harmony scenarios #p1harmony #nsfwalphabet

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targaryen-vigilante-wizard-jedi · 11 months

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WITH EYES LIKE MINE

House of the Dragon Targaryen(female)reader insert

Chapter Warnings- blood, mention injury

CHAPTER 5 - Scars.

120AC

Alicent's eyes widened upon seeing her daughter's own eyes finally open after what felt like an age.

"Gods," she murmured in shock leaning over towards her. "Someone, get the maester!" Her voice was shrill, a mixture of glee and nerves as she grasped her daughter's hand in her shaking ones.

The servants both scurried from the room, off to locate the maester as instructed from their Queen.

The little girl groaned and mumbled weakly, her dry mouth causing her inability to speak properly.

"Ssh," Alicent whispered with tears falling from her eyes and a shaky smile on her face, "save your strength, my darling girl."

If Y/N had been fully conscious she would have only stared at her mother in shock, however the most she did was grumble and groan in pain. "Ey-es dea-" she struggled to form her words, leaving Alicent slightly befuddled and more anxious than she had been moments before.

"Aem-ond," the little girl mumbled softly, her eyes half-lidded as they felt too heavy to open fully.

Swiftly, in walked the maester. A cup full of water in his hands. Without so much as a word to his Queen, he made his way to the little girl and placed his hand to her head feeling for abnormal warmth.

He then tilted her head upwards to which she murmured incessantly, unable to move of her own accord.

"Maester, why does she ramble? Has her state worsened?" The Queen asked, ever so frantic as she raised from her sitting position to aid the maester in holding the girl's head.

"She is awake, my Queen," the maester paused as he held the cup to her parted lips, gently guiding the water in at a pace, manageable for the young Princess.

"That itself is a vast improvement of her condition. She is merely in a state of unknowing. She requires time to readjust after such extensive injuries."

Alicent only nodded hand, tightened around her daughter's attempting to comfort her.

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A loud knock came from beyond the two large doors. The King, sat upon his throne, granted the persons behind the door entry.

The guards opened the doors and in a flurry, the two servant girls approached their King, bowing their heads respectfully before speaking.

"Sorry to disturb you, Your Grace, but we thought you might wish to know," one girl spoke, her head still bowed.

"The Princess Y/N has woken, my King." The other servant followed on. Her eyes were also positioned to the ground, out of respect for her King.

At those words Viserys stood upright from his throne, almost forgetting of his incapicated body.

Viserys steadied himself using the throne before retrieving his cane and walking down the steps, as quickly as his body allowed him.

His heart palpitated in his chest, his uneven and staggered breaths matched it as he marched onwards towards his daughter's place of resting.

It had taken Viserys more time than he had wished to spare to reach Y/N but when he did he walked into the room and let out a startled chuckle, his eyes watering at the sight.

Y/N lay back, her ramblings still having not yet stopped, which caused her mother to worry more.

Viserys, on the other hand, appeared blissfully ignorant to her nonsensical mutterings and walked towards her.

He allowed himself to sit on her bed, a groan escaping him as the pain of doing so caught him.

Alicent's eyes were trained on Y/N, she had yet to acknowledge her King's appearance but Viserys did not fret her ignorance to his presence as he was far too concerned with his daughter.

He ran his hand soothingly up and down her leg, but she seemed not to sense his presence. "I don't wa-want to burn," She whispered lowly, shaking her head as the tears fell from her eyes.

Alicent's brows furrowed not only at her words but at the colour of her eyes.

Had they always been so...light?

The red-haired woman turned her head upon feeling pressure on her shoulder. The maester stood with his hand on her shoulder in efforts to gain her attention during such an intimate moment.

Alicent released her daughter's hand and stood to her full height. Her steps were tentative alongside the maester, her eyes never leaving her daughter's shock-stricken face.

"Hush, child. It was only a dream." The King smiled to her, his hand grasping her free one and kissing it repeatedly, as a ways to comfort her.

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The door to Y/N's chambers closed behind the dishevelled Queen and grim maester, leaving the King to tend to Y/N. They walked in silence, but their steps were no longer slow as Alicent knew too well that the walls had eyes and ears.

With haste, they entered The King and Queen's shared chambers, the door closing softly behind them.

Alicent redirected her attention to the maester once again, but upon seeing his bleak expression, her nimble fingers moved fast to pick at the skin surrounding her fingernails.

"The...incident has changed her, my Queen. Body and mind. She will require the support of her family through these...adjustments."

She almost dared not to ask what he meant, but with a shuddering breath, she spoke, addressing her own worst fears. "Changed her?" Her voice was low enough to be mistaken for a whisper.

The maester only sighed in response at his Queen before taking her hands gently in his, as a means to provide solace.

"Will her mind heal as well as her wounds?"

"This is not an answer I can provide you with, my Queen. It is in the hands of the Gods." The maester's voice was equally quiet.

Tears threatened to escape the young woman. "Her eyes," she paused, swallowing a light gasp as a means to compose herself. "They are not the eyes she was born with. They are peculiar and unfamiliar to me. It is as though I am looking into the eyes of a stranger." Alicent released a choked sob as she closed her own eyes.

"Her eyes have been closed for many days, my Queen. They may not be as you remembered them, but they will become familiar to you again, with time." The maester looked to the ground, dreading what he would have to say next.

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The one-eyed Prince (as so many had begun to call him) walked through the halls of the Keep that very night, on his way to visit his mother.

He winced in pain, stopping his steps momentarily. His fingers adjusted the patch of leather covering his eyeless socket.

The maester had advised against a covering over his eye so soon after the injury, but Aemond swore that no one would gaze upon his scar unless he deemed it suitable. He would not be taunted or belittled anything, again, especially not his disfigured appearance.

The swelling had yet to go down, his tender skin pressed against the leather craving the feel of fresh air, but Aemond only gave a small growl in response and walked onwards.

His mother had been spending most of her time in Y/N's chambers but he could not bear to look at her death-like expression.

His steps slowed upon hearing the rushed whispers of some young chambermaids passing him by. He did not wish to encounter them, to catch their pitied and horrified eyes glancing his marred face.

"The poor Princess has finally woken," the girl's voice was hushed as it spoke, but the words sent a shiver down Aemond's back.

Fear, anticipation, and relief crept into his body, his heartbeat sped up.

How come no one had notified him of this before? Perhaps he had been with Vhagar far longer than he thought.

He had never felt such longing before, not even when he was dragonless ; the longing to see and hold her again and to apologise for rejecting her company so many times, to apologise for failing to protect her.

His breaths were so shallow that it felt as though he had been beaten in combat, but with a quickness like no other, he spun on his heel and hastened towards his young sister's chambers.

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The King had coaxed Y/N to sit up a little. Her murmurings had reduced to breathing, she seemed more herself in that moment the King deduced.

The Queen had yet to return from her wanderings with the maester.

"My dear girl," Viserys leaned forward and placed his hand on her cheek. His thumb warmly stroked it, wiping away one of her many tears. "How you frightened me so." His relief showed itself in the manner of a smile and tears.

Y/N leaned into his hand and clutched it with her own smaller hand, closing her eyes and smiling as best she could.

"You were always such a good girl, Y/N." His words were proud and approving, everything she could have hoped for but for some reason, her stomach had tightened painfully upon hearing those words and she felt a coldness on her upper lip.

Viserys' smile dropped and a frown replaced it. He tutted before reaching for the bedside. "Your nose is bleeding, my sweet. Hold still,"

Before he could retrieve the handkerchief, the door to the room swung open, murmurs of disapproval reverberated from the guard into the room but the young Prince cared not.

He paused but a second, his eye catching hers as she turned her head to the commotion. Surprisingly, she did not look at him in horror or pity like so many others had. She looked simply shocked.

Immediately, he felt the threat of tears in his eye, and before anyone else could say a word, he ran to her, jumping on her bed as they often would as young children.

He clumsily grasped her in his arms, holding her tighter than he had anything else. He feared should he let her go, she'd disappear into nothingness.

Y/N gasped in shock as well as agony but she withheld her protests or complaints as he heard the sound of sobbing from his head, buried into her neck.

"I'm sorry," his voice paused, as he tried to breathe through his own upset. "I'm so sorry, Y/N."

Y/N pulled herself from her own stupor and reached her arms around him in response as he seemed to need more comfort than she did.

Viserys sat back, he himself shocked by what had occurred, but he hadn't the heart to tell his son off when he had been so clearly grieving. He did not have time to think on the matter as he only wanted to cleanse Y/N's nose and face of blood. However, his peace and quietness with his daughter and son was interrupted when a servant entered, flustered and breathless, revealing that the Queen requested his presence urgently.

The King begrudgingly stood to his feet, his mind attempting to conjure what complaints Alicent may wound his head with.

Once their father had left the room, Aemond let his hands loosen their hold on her body, but he hadn't found the courage to yet remove them.

His eye wandered to her face, her blood had smeared itself onto his cheek -hence why it felt so sticky- and covered her lower face in a rather gruesome display, but the innocent twinkle in her eyes distracted Aemond from the nauseating sight and stench of it.

Her eyes investigated the sight of his scar beyond his eyepatch as best they could, but she wanted to see the damage in its entirety. With a careful hand, she reached to remove it from his face, but his own hand removed itself from her shoulders and grabbed hers with a force that was not gentle or kind.

Wordlessly, his tear-stricken eye pleaded and, at the same time, forbade her from removing it, but Aemond himself knew that Y/N had never been one to follow rules, and she always pushed the boundaries of those around her.

As reassuringly as she could, she offered him her best smile but Aemond could see its shakiness.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours?" Her voice was far quieter and more gentle than it usually was, and it hurt Aemond to hear her struggles to speak with volume.

She was nervous and scared; scared he'd judge her scars, which surprised Aemond as he felt exactly the same in that moment.

Aemond let out a half defeated sigh, which Y/N took as a sign of acceptance, so she lifted herself slightly and found that it had taken a large amount of strength and energy to do so. Her back no longer touched the bed, and she was sitting fully upright.

Before anything else she turned her head and lifted her hair, some of it had been chopped at and removed in order to close the wound to the back of her head which had still stained her scalp and hair red.

Aemond's fist clenched and unclenched itself as the memories of that night taunt him once again. Her pained screams and pleas to stop.

She then turned her face toward him and lifted her nightdress to where it was sitting just below her chest, her legs still covered by her breeches.

With struggle, she stretched her hands to reach behind her back and grasped the end of her bandages. Slowly, she began to unwind them while Aemond sat in silence, terrified when it would be his turn to reveal his disfigurement to her.

When the last roll came undone, a struggled breath escaped her as she peered down at her scars, they had at least begun to heal.

Two uneven apple sized marks of charred skin littered her abdomen; one positioned precisely above her navel while the other was lower, resting just above her pelvic area.

The sight of them made Aemond wince, but fortunately, Y/N had been too distracted by the sight of her scars to notice his pained expression.

Y/N sniffed loudly, refusing her tears time to escape before she turned her gaze to Aemond.

"I understand if you do not wish to show me Aemond," her soft tempo and defeated look broke Aemond's heart. She looked as disgusted by her appearance as he had been with his and he despised it.

It was okay for him to feel this way, but she didn't deserve to. Y/N had always been good.

Aemond looked to the sheets of the bed as he positioned his hand behind on the strap of his eyepatch, just like Y/N he struggled to reveal his scar, mostly due to the shaking of his hands.

In one moment, the patch was discarded on the bed, and Y/N's breath caught in her throat, again, but not because of Aemond's appearance but her dream.

An eyepatch.

She twitched her shoulder uneasily and shook her head, hoping it was a mere coincidence.

Aemond's eye remained focused on the sheets of the bed, refusing to meet his sister's disgusted gaze.

Silence ensued between them until, unexpectedly, Aemond felt lips press to his cheek, just below where his scar ended. Forgetting his previous goal of evading her gaze, he looked at her in bewilderment.

"Why would you do that?" His tone wasn't disapproving, nor was it scolding, just perplexed.

Y/N half-rolled her eyes, and Aemond felt as though everything was as it always was, with the exception of her bloodied nose. "So you would finally look at me."

Aemond smirked in response, but it disappeared as his mind weighed out her opinion of him, but as he looked into her eyes, he saw no disgust or pity or pretence.

If he were being truthful, the eyes he was looking into didn't really look the same as Y/N's -less purple but more bright - but her face looked the same as it had before the attack and that was enough for him.

"You're still the most beautiful of us all, Aemond, worry not." Y/N teased, reiterating on their mother's words about Aemond being her 'most beautiful and promising child'.

"Still," as Y/N continued speaking, her eyes stern and voice uncharacteristically dull, Aemond felt his lips twitch into a half-smirk, again, as his eye caught hers.

"Se nādrēsy lēkias se rogue riñi kessa addemmagon (the bastard brothers and rogue girls will pay)."

[Another chapter, hopefully it wasn't too long or too short.

I'm happy so far with where this story is going so stay tuned. 😁]

#aemond x reader #fanfiction #hotd x you #aegon ii angst #house of the dragon #queen alicent #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #dragons #helaena targaryen #jaecerys velaryon #death #angst #love #loss #mad #targaryen reader #reader insert

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